Saturday, 6 April 2013
Friday, 29 March 2013
Tuesday, 19 March 2013
Shōnigen'ai Mantrayate
The first doll who ran away from me in years, swinging from the chandeliers. She disappeared at the Fountain; I hope she is with a good family now.
Wednesday, 6 March 2013
TREES
| I THINK that I shall never see | |
| A poem lovely as a tree. | |
| A tree whose hungry mouth is prest | |
| Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; | |
| A tree that looks at God all day, | |
| And lifts her leafy arms to pray; | |
| A tree that may in summer wear | |
| A nest of robins in her hair; | |
| Upon whose bosom snow has lain; | |
| Who intimately lives with rain. | |
| Poems are made by fools like me, | |
| But only God can make a tree. |
Friday, 1 March 2013
Wednesday, 27 February 2013
(inspiration)
from the First German Dada Manifesto of 1918:
"Art in its execution and direction is dependent on the time in which it lives, and artists are creatures of their epoch. The highest art will be that which in its conscious content presents the thousandfold problems of the day, the art which has been visibly shattered by the explosions of last week... The best and most extraordinary artists will be those who every hour snatch the tatters of their bodies out of the frenzied cataract of life, who, with bleeding hands and hearts, hold fast to the intelligence of their time."
—Richard Huelsenbeck (b. 1892 – 1974 d.)
Cut with a Kitchen Knife, by Hannah Höch
Friday, 1 February 2013
My darling machine.
The love of my life!
The greatest instrument I have ever seen and heard, the highlight of my NAMM experience, I could listen to it forever.
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