good night to you

good night

b & w photograph branches of two trees, clouds fading in background

bared sanctorium

s i g h

Assemblage (2016) In framed glass box on found iron stand Open standing scrapbook (1875) with added torn contemporary page of shell-shocked woman standing in a dark grim city. The contemporary page is pasted over an original scrapbook page- of a large colourful strawberry, a pencil cow drawing and a fragment of rhyme: The cow is in the lot. She may eat the hay.

It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.

Ezra Pound

A totally unmystical world would be a world totally blind and insane.

Aldous Huxley, Grey Eminence (1940)

Emily Dickinson

morning frost over land, a man walks toward a stand of trees, his back to the camera

the air is frost

Emily Dickinson

Photograph b & w A feather wing-like, caught on a branch

Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

Emily Dickinson, “Hope” is the thing with feathers

chalk on paper large white cloud near-covers the paper. upper right pale blue sky with flying angel are partially obscured by the cloud.

coffee with A Flying Angel

Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1799-1805

chalk on paper off-white green, the angel is running or flying- paper is creased and worn Of note: the angel may have been intended as part of the painting, The Destruction of Sodom

An Angel Flying or Running

Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1799-1805

photograph winter trees against water and hills,dusk light

good night, dreams of hope, of peace

landscape in paled green and cream

The ancients, even though they believed in destiny, believed primarily in nature, in which they participated wholeheartedly. To rebel against nature amounted to rebelling against oneself.

Camus

Eric Ravilious, 1941

faded midnight-blue doors with old hinges

With will will we withstand, withsay.

James Joyce

The actual tragedies of life bear no relation to one's preconceived ideas. In the event, one is always bewildered by their simplicity, their grandeur of design, and by that element of the bizarre which seems inherent in them.

Cocteau

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We seemed to have arrived at a reality only to abandon it or exchange it for something that claimed to be another reality.

Günter Grass

a few lines, an abstract rendering of an entrance

It's important to emphasize that hope Is only a beginning; it's not a substitute for action, only a basis for it.

Rebecca Solnit

a woman with long hair stands in an undefined place, outside of time

The future
Splits the present with the echo of my voice.

W. S. Merwin

Odilon Redon

With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

In a certain sense the past is far more real, or at any rate more stable, more resilient than the present. The present slips and vanishes like sand between the fingers, acquiring material weight, only in its recollection.

Andrei Tarkovsky

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don't have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, Volume Three

a cloud with evident need of a last word

last word cloud

you will

thank you

a white fawn in the night forest

this night, you will sleep, you will dream

Ph. Sarah Wilmer

Daybreak (Il) The blur of morning light on a long stretch of buildings

the light cast

M K Ciurlionis, 1906

I am, you are, we are overmused.

I am so sorry to hear, heart to you and your mother. 🤍