Sunday, 22 March 2015

... a gesture in the empty air ...




  And (their) silence matched the silence under snow.

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anitaleocadia: Massimo Lagrotteria | RGB-Love

GALLERY | M A S S I M O     L A G R O T T E R I A
 Massimo Lagrotteria 

Pascal Laloy




Pascal Laloy

Thomas Joseph Edmund Adès  Philip Oliver Hale (b.1963)  National Portrait Gallery, London


Phil Hale
Phil Hale


"Cover Up" - Malcolm Liepke, b. 1954, oil on canvas, 2014 {contemporary figurative artist male torso man chest painting}

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Malcolm Liepke


I woke with this marble head in my hands;
it exhausts my elbow and I don’t know where to put it down.
It was falling into the dream as I was coming out of the dream


so our life became one and it will be very difficult for it to separate again.

Jason Shawn ALEXANDER

Jason Shawn Alexander

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'A Space in All the Noise' ,by Jason Shawn Alexander

Alexandra Levasseur. | RGB-Love

acrylic&colored pencils / paper
acrylic&colored pencils / paper
Alexandra Levasseur

miedos

Quicksand .  giclee art print available in all sizes

And a soul
if it is to know itself
must look
into its own soul:
the stranger and enemy, we’ve seen him in the mirror.

Stormy . giclee art print
Clare Elsaesser








2. line - Andrew Solomon
3. and 6.  extracts from a poem of George Seferis 
5. by - Andrea Gibson

Wednesday, 18 March 2015

...he will reduce himself to a shadow if for only one second of his life he can close his eyes to the hideousness of reality.

Je suis Rom - N°1, Felix Hemme

 Something in us touches
suffering
                  touching
us


like the constellations
of kinetic quiet


that bound us beyond us


Portrait N°23 - 2014 - 60x60 cm
Felix Hemme

Dan McCaw 1942 | American expressionist painter

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and you just noticed two days ago
that your face has fallen,
but you don’t believe it,
so every time you look in the glass
it’s still hanging there where it wasn’t. 

Dan McCaw 

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my inner skin was skinned mouth to bowels,


my soul —deadword, die to find it.


For self-pity there must remain a self.

Steven Ketchum
Screen shot 2010-08-26 at 10.18.38 AM
amid(...) of my insomnia
there gleams a scalpel blade
so clean with meaning
so shaped and sharpened to interstellar blue
that drawing it —in season due —
across my own throat
there comes not blood but an ancient answering
starlight.
Elly Smallwood - Google pretraživanje


    Dazed, they cling to the outer darkness
    like pale reminders of ourselves.
Elly Smallwood - Google pretraživanje
Marefumi Komura

smith106

smith71

smith100

drunk
'drunk'
Perhaps it was the milky light of the night in summer, when the sun barely goes down.

vanish, become nonexistent.
Bozena Dusseau Labedz

Graveyard girl – Google+




Michael Borremans







title - Henry Miller
1,3,4 extracts from a poem of Christian Wiman
2 extract from a poem of Ruth Stone
5 line - Jennifer O'grady

Saturday, 14 March 2015

Tempt not the silence, for the fates are deep




Francine Van Hove
Returning to the room:
I notice how
all your word-
plays, calculated ploys
of the body, the witticisms
of touch, are now
attempts to keep me
at a certain distance
and (at length) avoid
admitting I am here

I watch you
watching my face
indifferently
FRANCINE VAN HOVE (1942- ).(On my new board "Book & Reading II."  Irit Volgel)

Francine Van Hove

Amylin Loglisci lungs

Amylin Loglisci

By Amylin Loglisci-#5-Tempt not the silence, for the fates are deep



" If it has given, it did so in order to take. "
(life) 


Triptych August 1972
Triptych August 1972
Triptych August 1972
Francis Bacon ‘Triptych - August 1972’, 1972
© Estate of Francis Bacon


Jake&theAngel.jpg (586×800)--s.wright

MarySeries.jpg (800×712)stephen wright
Stephen Wright


michael klein 2008

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Michael Klein

Michael Klein

The secret is,
Even the empty bed is a burden to them,
A pretense.
They are more themselves keeping
The company of a blank wall,
The company of time and eternity





Kailin Zhao
Kailin Zhao






Alison Van Pelt

Gallery | Miss Christine Wu

Dust

 my limbs, also, have left me. 

 Who has dismembered us?

The dark is melting. We touch like cripples.

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Christine Wu 





title - George Sylvester Viereck 
1 -  excerpt from a poem of Margaret Atwood  
2 line - Schopenhauer
3 - excerpt from a poem of Charles Simic
4 - from a poem of  S. Plath