On abandon, uncalled for but called forth.

Extreme Wisteria

BY LUCIE BROCK-BROIDO

On abandon, uncalled for but called forth.

The hydrangea

Of   her crushed each year a little more into the attar of   herself.

Pallid. Injured, wildly capable.

A throat to come home to, tupelo.

Lemurs in parlors, inconsolable.

Parlors of burgundy and sleigh. Unseverable fear.

Wistful, woke most every afternoon

In the green rooms of the Abandonarium.

Beautiful cage, asylum in.

Reckless urges to climb celestial trellises that may or may not

Have been there.

So few wild raspberries, they were countable,

Triaged out by hand.

Ten-thousand-count Egyptian cotton sheets. Intimacy with others,

Sateen. Extreme hyacinth as evidence.

Her single subject the idea that every single thing she loves

Will (perhaps tomorrow) die.

High editorial illusion of   “Control.” Early childhood: measles,

Scarlet fevers;

Cleopatra for most masquerades, gold sandals, broken home.

Convinced Gould’s late last recording of the Goldberg Variations

Was put down just for her. Unusual coalition of early deaths.

Early middle deaths as well. Believed, despite all evidence,

In afterlife, looked hopelessly for corroborating evidence of   such.

Wisteria, extreme.

There was always the murmur, you remember, about going home.

Bill Schwab

seen through your eyes

The Art and Poetry of Mark Erickson

It's music in paint, it's "spectrum" and curves. 

Anatomy of Flight - 18x12-canvas

the single sheet of lyrics

in the temptation of nature

her tree limbs sway

the leaves

swirl along in the rhythm

of the wind,

the ground underneath

folds amongst the rocks

and the dirt,

while the bugs climb through

their forest of grass and twigs

the size of skyscrapers and towers,

secrets hidden under the pebbles

soaring into the mountains

as the sun pours down

in her naked body

cooking the land

her legs move

her hand touching

in her single sheets

of her lost paradise

by Mark Erickson

For more art by Mark Erickson please go here.

Thank you Mark. xx

"For last year's words belong to last year's language...

And next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning." 

 ~ T.S. Eliot

"May you always have walls for the winds,

a roof for the rain, tea beside the fire,

laughter to cheer you, those you love near you,

and all your heart might desire."--An  Irish blessing

It's a nice dream I think.

Don't Worry About Me

"When the twilight shadows fall
and the nocturnal creatures call
from the place where you are,
Still! I see you in each star.
So, please don't worry about me?

When the song birds awaken the dawn
and the starry night is gone,
Though I wander ways apart,
where the shadows stir and start,
Still! I will hold you in my heart.
So, please don't worry about me?"

Joseph T. Renaldi

Leaning Towards Solace

"don't be afraid, love everything"

Leaning Towards Solace from Sigur Rós Valtari Mystery Films on Vimeo.

music of Creation

Lin Tianmiao - Artist

Bound Unbound

7 September 2012 - 27 January 2013

"One of Lin Tianmiao’s clearest recollections of her childhood in China was helping her mother sew clothes for the family. When she returned to China after spending eight years living in New York, she was inspired by this memory to create a technique she calls thread winding, where she winds silk or cotton thread around an object until it is completely covered and ultimately transformed. She used this in one of her first major works calledThe Proliferation of Thread Winding in 1995, which began her career as an artist and is included in the exhibition. Her use of the technique continues today and can be seen in such recent works as All the Same.

Lin Tianmiao’s paintings, sculptures, and installations have always been about a series of dual tensions. These are frequently played out in her works through contrasts between materials, but they are also evident in binary themes such as male versus female, function versus form, and physical versus psychological experience. Underlying all of these themes is a keen exploration of a physical experience, at times emphasizing the female body. We see this in the works Chatting and Mothers!!!.

Lin is one of only a handful of women artists of her generation born in the 1960s to have emerged during the 1990s when the Chinese art world was coming of age and gaining substantial international recognition. Her works over the past twenty years are as much about her personal journey as an artist as they are about a desire to articulate broader social issues. Through her focus on a female experience, she comments on the enormous social progress made in Chinese society during Mao Zedong’s tenure, yet she hints that some promises remain unfulfilled. Her consistent exploration of these issues, sometimes latent, makes her a significant artist of our time. This exhibition represents Lin Tianmiao’s first major solo exhibition in the United States.

Bound Unbound: Lin Tianmiao is part of Asia Society's yearlong programmatic focus on China, titled China Close Up."

via Asia Society

Exhibit:

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