Insomniacs

Juarez Machado 

 Her doors are made with music, and barred round 

      With sighing and with laughter and with tears, 

 With tears whereby strong souls of men are bound. 

 A poem should be equal to: 

 Not true. 

 For all the history of grief 

 An empty doorway and a maple leaf. 

Treacy Ziegler




Jacob Kramer 


Charles Sheeler 


Federico Faruffini

Felice Casorati 


Maria Berrio 


Marius Borgeaud



Édouard Vuillard


Jacqueline Williams


Bernard Dunstan


Kees Van Dongen


Terry St. John

 "My boredom with everything has numbed me. 

 I feel banished from my soul." 

János Vaszary


Alexander Deineka 

 "I'm never where I feel  I am, and if I seek myself, 

 I don't know who's seeking me." 

Marie Jane Ansell


Achille-Émile Othon Friesz 


Linda Arthurs 

 I keep my kindness in my eyes  
 Gently folded around my iris  
 Like a velvety, brown blanket  
 That warms my vision  

Roy Fairchild-Woodard


1. line - Laus Veneris
2. extract from a poem of Archibald Macleish  
3. and 4. line - Fernando Pessoa
5. from a poem of Sanober Khan  

My thoughts taste of cinnamon

Thomas Lamb



soft caress

Of the fresh sylvan air, made me forget

The thoughts that broke my peace

Kristin Vestgård


Georgia O'Keeffe


Nick Patten


Kerry Brooks

“I feel too much. That's what's going on.' 'Do you think one can feel too much? 
Or just feel in the wrong ways?' 'My insides don't match up with my outsides.' 
'Do anyone's insides and outsides match up?' 'I don't know. I'm only me.' 
'Maybe that's what a person's personality is: the difference between 
the inside and outside.' 'But it's worse for me.' 'I wonder if everyone 
thinks it's worse for him.' 'Probably. But it really is worse for me.” 










Michael Lentz


 mariarosacomparato.blogspot.com


Erika Kuhn




Takahiro Shimatsu 

Du weißt, wovor ich mich fürchten muß 

und wovor nicht -: Muß ich mich fürchten?“ 
-  Fürchten wovor? fürchten, wahnsinnig zu werden? 

Riva Lehrer

Aleck Chekini

What Is a Person

capable of feeling
while in contact with another?

Kristin Vestgård



The gray heavens with their porcelain angels
The great heavens with their muffled cries
(...)
Who is to say where memory starts
Who is to say what is now and later


Julie Massy




Maya Kulenovic




title  - P.Saborio
1. excerpt from a poem by William Cullen Bryant
2. quote -  Jonathan Safran Foer 
3. Rilke
4. Elizabeth Arnold
5. excerpts from a poem of Louis Aragon

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In The Deep Museum

My God, my God, what queer corner am I in? 
Didn't I die, blood running down the post, 
lungs gagging for air, die there for the sin 
of anyone, my sour mouth giving up the ghost? 
Surely my body is done? Surely I died? 
And yet, I know, I'm here. What place is this? 
Cold and queer, I sting with life. I lied. 
Yes, I lied. Or else in some damned cowardice 
my body would not give me up. I touch 
fine cloth with my hand and my cheeks are cold. 
If this is hell, then hell could not be much, 
neither as special or as ugly as I was told. 
What's that I hear, snuffling and pawing its way 
toward me? Its tongue knocks a pebble out of place 
as it slides in, a sovereign. How can I pray> 
It is panting; it is an odor with a face 
like the skin of a donkey. It laps my sores. 
It is hurt, I think, as a I touch its little head. 
It bleeds. I have forgiven murderers and whores 
and now must wait like old Jonah, not dead 
nor alive, stroking a clumsy animal. A rat. 
His teeth test me; he waits like a good cook, 
knowing his own ground. I forgive him that, 
as I forgave my Judas the money he took. 
Now I hold his soft red sore to my lips 
as his brothers crowd in, hairy angels who take 
my gift. My ankles are a flute. I lose hips 
and wrists. For three days, for love's sake, 
I bless this other death. Oh, not in air - 
in dirt. Under the rotting veins of its roots, 
under the markets, under the sheep bed where 
the hill is food, under the slippery fruits 
of the vineyard, I go. Unto the bellies and jaws 
of rats I commit my prophecy and fear. 
Far below The Cross, I correct its flaws. 
We have kept the miracle. I will not be here.

Anne Sexton 

...courage with softness, modesty with pride...

Anna and Elena Balbusso




 
William McGregor Paxton




Christoffer Wilhelm Eckersberg


Richard Diebenkorn


David Simpson Foggie




Pierre Bonnard 







Karina Yashagina


Richard Bawden



Rebecca C Gray


Richard Diebenkorn 


 Louis le Brocquy


Émilie Charmy



Egon Schiele




McGregor Paxton


Edouard Vuillard


Frederick Frieseke


Darren Thompson


Liu Ting




Mariano Fortuny y Madrazo

Alfons Mucha




Ivan Olinsky


Willy Jaeckel 


title, 3&4 - excerpts from a poem of Alexander Pope
1. quote - Balroop Singh 
2. excerpt from a poem by Carmen Gimenez-Smith