Maria Nepomuceno makes wonderfilled things!
Go see two new pieces at Victoria Miro if you get the chance.
Monday, 31 October 2011
Maria Nepomuceno
Maria Nepomuceno makes wonderfilled things!
Go see two new pieces at Victoria Miro if you get the chance.
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Marieta Chirulescu
I fell in love with Marieta Chirulescu's work when i came across it recently and i cannot explain why, i just felt the need to keep looking. If you would like to look some more click here or go to the new White Cube in Bermondsey.
Saturday, 29 October 2011
I have seen
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
Brightened with joy; for from within were heard
Murmurings whereby the monitor expressed
Mysterious union with its native sea.
Even such a shell the universe itself
Is to the ear of faith; and there are times,
I doubt not, when to you it doth impart
Authentic tidings of invisible things, Of ebb and flow, and ever enduring power,
And central peace, subsisting at the heart
Of endless Agitation.
- William Wordsworth: The Excursion. Book iv.
A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract
Of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell;
To which, in silence hushed, his very soul
Listened intensely; and his countenance soon
Brightened with joy; for from within were heard
Murmurings whereby the monitor expressed
Mysterious union with its native sea.
Even such a shell the universe itself
Is to the ear of faith; and there are times,
I doubt not, when to you it doth impart
Authentic tidings of invisible things, Of ebb and flow, and ever enduring power,
And central peace, subsisting at the heart
Of endless Agitation.
- William Wordsworth: The Excursion. Book iv.
The Aquadettes
"It's the same as the Olympic sport," says Valerie Andrews Link, the coach and, at 57, baby of the team. "But we're 40 pounds heavier, 40 years older, 40 miles an hour slower."
via The guardian
Friday, 28 October 2011
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Tuesday, 18 October 2011
METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Whom Jove's great Son to her glad Husband gave,
Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint.
Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint,
Purification in the old Law did save,
And such, as yet once more I trust to have
Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:
Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied sight,
Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shin'd
So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O as to embrace me she enclin'd
I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.
John Milton, Sonnet XXIII - On his deceased wife. 1658.
from here
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Time, Ourselves and Coloured Things
Time, Ourselves, and Coloured Things, Macdonald Educational (A Unit For Teachers), published for the Schools Council by MacDonald Educational Ltd., London, 1972-1973.
Found via stoppingoffplace
Monday, 10 October 2011
Saturday, 8 October 2011
Hello Autumn!
III. Nature, XXVIII, Autumn | |
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Image. Andy Goldsworthy: Yellow Elm Leaves Laid over a Rock, Low Water. October 15, 1991. Scaur Water, Dumfriesshire, Scotland.
