A quiet hello said low in the morning
A genuine effort: welcome, Newcomer
a home, a life, some food & some funding
Solid company that brings us together
the alluring, the shy, the quick and the funny
a love that binds us stronger than tethers
A mouth that is mellow and slower than honey
with lips that procure, that swell and are hungry
the sounds of kisses, the battles of loving
openness of spirit, red frames for the lonely
Silence and solitude
One is the host, one is the guest
A kind of company that is loneliness
Steal a still room to quieten one’s breast
To appease and deny, to push and to press
How can I ask anyone to love me
When all I do is beg to be left alone
Well I’m hard, too hard to know
Pictures by Ann Woo,
lyrics by Fiona Apple
Stage 1: great afflictions saturate the stomach.
Stage 2: the heart empties once the task is completed.
Stage 3: dailiness finally fills the veins.
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The old and the recent, the new and the seen are mingling at present
Let us hope the outcome will regard the seldom said but permently felt
Phase 01 of the project of a new life is almost complete
Desperate times due to disparate thoughts
Fickle and fragile and febrile and foolish
After so many years of self-awareness
Why do innver moves still force the surface out of focus?
Sighing: self-inflicted pain is the only one to let go
Night Street Touch takes a simple repetitive action and makes it the subject of the work. (…) the act of touching whatever is in the viewfinder is repeated making a closed loop between subject and action. The touching of these objects, surfaces and places is simple yet gains a psychological dimension, as if the action cannot be escaped from.
So abysmal and yet so palpable the impression of being unable to escape one’s own exploits and their psychological repercussions. But to touch is to feel, and acting is living through contact.
Even when one does not own up to one’s actions.
To accept what is given without proper pondering and careful consideration; what a sluggish pace to face the stream.
My Expired Photographs are all about the effect of time and how the traces left behind by the past shape and influence the world around us today.
– Neil Atherton –
«Nous sommes à la fois tentés par l’hominisation des animaux, ce qui révèle souvent nos projections fantasmatiques, et par la bestialisation des hommes, une autre manière pour nous de figer l’autre dans une animalité » Antoine Spire
Mixed-media portraits by Charlotte Caron
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Je joue à me faire peur, comme un enfant (comme un enfant)
Je pense tout et son contraire, comme un enfant (comme un enfant)
Je danse, j’ai le coeur à l’envers, comme un enfant (comme un enfant)
Destruction, like construction, is a human expression and a paradox of life because it is can be both good and evil. My personal point of view is that destruction is inevitably linked to repair.
– Baptiste Debombourg
Lyrics by Yelle
What is the relevance of every single tiny thing in one’s life?
Bug Memorials is a brilliant series of works by Carmichael Collective that raises such a philosophical question.