I believe that if it were left to artists to choose their own labels, most would choose none.
Ben Shahn

manybirdsfromthetreeoflife:

John Luther Adams: Songbirdsong

I. Wood Thrush
II. Morningfieldsong
III. Meadowdance
IV. August Voices
V. Mourning Dove
VI. Apple Blossom Round
VII. Not-quitespringdawn
VIII. Joyful Noise
IX. Evensong


greeneyes55:

Rijksmuseum Amsterdam 1960s
Photo: Fritz Henle 

greeneyes55:

Rijksmuseum Amsterdam 1960s

Photo: Fritz Henle 

(via isidoreblog)


gasp365:

PaJaMa
Donald Windham photographed by Jared French, Fire Island 1942
In 1937, the painters Paul Cadmus, Jared French, and Margaret French formed a photographic collective called PaJaMa (“Paul, Jared, and Margaret”). This group studied themselves, family, and friends through the camera’s eye. They worked most notably on the beaches of Fire Island, NY and Provincetown, RI.

gasp365:

PaJaMa

Donald Windham photographed by Jared French, Fire Island 1942

In 1937, the painters Paul Cadmus, Jared French, and Margaret French formed a photographic collective called PaJaMa (“Paul, Jared, and Margaret”). This group studied themselves, family, and friends through the camera’s eye. They worked most notably on the beaches of Fire Island, NY and Provincetown, RI.

(via helloagauniverse)


d-ici-et-d-ailleurs:

 Yann Arthus-Bertrand

consquisiteparole:

Adoro Dufy. Quand’avrò un marmocchio, gli metterò di nascosto un suo quadro colorato nella cameretta.

consquisiteparole:

Adoro Dufy. Quand’avrò un marmocchio, gli metterò di nascosto un suo quadro colorato nella cameretta.

(via cablestotheace)


The Terrace at Vernonnet
Pierre Bonnard 
(French, Fontenay-aux-Roses 1867–1947 Le Cannet)

The Terrace at Vernonnet
Pierre Bonnard
(French, Fontenay-aux-Roses 1867–1947 Le Cannet)

(Source: metmuseum.org)


Drawing is not the same as form; it is a way of seeing form.
Edgar Degas

To think is to confine yourself to a

single thought that one day stands

still like a star in the world’s sky.

Martin Heidegger, in Poetry, Language, Thought

* * *
When the evening light, slanting into

the woods somewhere, bathes the tree

trunks in gold….

Singing and thinking are the stems

neighbor to poetry.

They grow out of Being and reach into

its truth.

Their relationship makes us think of what Holderlin sings of the trees of the

woods:

“And to each other they remain unknown,

So long as they stand, the neighboring

trunks.”

* * *

Forests spread

Brooks plunge

Rocks persist

Mist defuses

Meadows wait

Springs well

Winds dwell

Blessing muses

from The Thinker As Poet

(Aus der Erfahrung des Denkens)

Martin Heidegger (1947)

berndwuersching:

From the book: Hamon Shuu: Collection of Wave & Ripple Designs, Kyoto 1903

lafilleblanc:

Fabienne Verdier

Serie Walking Painting

Tryptich n#3, 2013

Dyptich V, A, B, C. 2013

Black ink on Moulin du Gué paper


1000scientists:

Thilo Heinzmann O. T., 2013 Oil, pigment on canvas behind plexiglass cover, 127 x 106 x 9 cm

1000scientists:

Thilo Heinzmann
O. T., 2013
Oil, pigment on canvas behind plexiglass cover, 127 x 106 x 9 cm

(via lafilleblanc)



Mantilla - 1984 - by Leopoldo Pomés

Mantilla - 1984 - by Leopoldo Pomés

(Source: una-lady-italiana, via helloagauniverse)


Η Ύδρα των πουλιών
Εγγονόπουλος Nίκος

Μακρυνές συναυλίες, οπάλινες σπίθες, του πρώτου σπιτιού μας μέσ’ στη λαύρα του θέρους,
Στης Γης του Πυρός την αέναη θήρα, στους κάμπους, στα δάση, στα ουράνια,
Θ’ ασπασθώ απαλά της εικόνος τα χείλη, θα χαρίσω ελπίδες σ’ αχιβάδες και κάστρα
Που βουβά παραστέκουν σ’ όσ’ αγγίζουν οι Μοίρες, κι όταν δύουν στα πεύκα των ειδώλων φεγγίτες
Αυλακώνουν μ’ αλόγατα ξύλινα χαμοκέδρου θωπείες,
Θεωρίες σεπτές μυστικών δεινοσαύρων, στων νερών τις πλεκτάνες που τα ζώσανε κύκνοι,
Μαύροι κύκνοι, γαλάζιοι, όλο ιδέα, και πόθο που λες πάει να σβύση κι αποτόμως γυρεύει
Ν’ ανεβή πιο ψηλά, να γκρεμίση, να σπάση, παραθύρια ν’ ανοίξη, να φωνάξω, να κλάψη,
Να ρημάξω, ν’ αράξη, να σκιστή, να χαράξω στο χαλκό πιο βαθειά, πιο βαθειά,
Περιστέρια, λιοντάρια, των μαλλιών της τη νύχτα, του στρατιώτου το όπλο, τ’ αρβανίτικο χώμα,
Κι όπου φτάση, αν φτάση, φαντασία μετάλλου, λόγια που είπα η Πυθία σε ανύδρους εκτάσεις,
Τροπικούς και πηγάδια θα διαβή, ως να φέξη η αυγή η πλανεύτρα μ’ άυλων Κούρδων κραιπάλη,
Ν’ αγοράση κιθάρες που μου πνίγουν τα μάτια, ως να σύρω τα πέπλα που κρατά η σελήνη,
Στη μορφή μου να δέση τη μορφή των πουλιών.

(από τα Ποιήματα, Β´, Ίκαρος, Αθήνα, 1977)



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