from zeb and haniya, a pakistani girl band.

Rafal Milach has spent years and most of his income figuring out why he is drawn to certain geographical territories. Is it a search for a sense of belonging? “Most photographers never come to understand a place they are drawn … Continue reading →

Here, we see the circularity, not only of the pieces but also of Smith as an artist — the sense of purpose, of ambition even, mixed with her sense of the holiness of the task. “[T]here are precious words to … Continue reading →

From the short documentary ‘The Beloved Witness’ on the life and work of Agha Shahid Ali.

…most of the evening was devoted to Alfred Stieglitz. Patti Smith read aloud from many of Stieglitz’s letters, especially from the year 1918, “a vintage year for Alfred,” according to Smith, when his relations with O’Keeffe were at their most … Continue reading →

Cattelan likes describing himself as an idiot. He refuses to take a stance, and claims he doesn’t know what his work means. “I suppose when I do know the therapy will be over,” he jokes. The Trussardi Foundation describes his … Continue reading →

lovely.

back at the gym, a week after surgery. feels great. this was playing today.

“In my work I look at cultural mythologies that misrepresent nature and our relationship to it,” writes Christine Gray. Her most recent body of work focuses on the American myth of the seeker, “traveling alone through untouched landscapes in search … Continue reading →

A significant genre of art, mural painting, is not common in Pakistan’s visual vocabulary. Sadequain ventured into the sphere of mural art in October of 1961, when he undertook the largest art project in the history of the nation to … Continue reading →

Ibrahim El Salahi’s art, situated between Islamic textuality, African plastic forms, and transnational modernism, is distinctive in developing an aesthetic of decolonization for the Sudan and much of Africa. However, it can be usefully compared with other modernist artists from … Continue reading →

Sudanese-born artist Ibrahim El Salahi is a pioneer in African modern art whose work is embedded with a resonance of personal truth and an artistic vision that is firmly rooted in the fissure between the natural world and the world … Continue reading →

classic.

What have I to say to you When we shall meet? Yet— I lie here thinking of you. The stain of love Is upon the world. Yellow, yellow, yellow, It eats into the leaves, Smears with saffron The horned branches … Continue reading →

thinking about emotions and memory… Wordsworth argued that poetry should be written in the natural language of common speech, rather than in the lofty and elaborate dictions that were then considered “poetic.” He argued that poetry should offer access to … Continue reading →

am reading stephane heuet’s artistic interpretation of marcel proust’s “remembrance of things past” and liking it. vive la bande dessinée. more here.

By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast—a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen patches of standing water the … Continue reading →

Unlike the no less challenging civilizations of East and South Asia, the world of Islam suffers from having been a charged opposite to the West. As a result, this major civilization, close to Europe in more ways than one, has … Continue reading →

Time Is the One Essential Mystery… More here.

Photographer Michael Wolf spent 30 days in a Tokyo metro station, capturing the traumatised faces of commuters on their way to work. “It’s the negative side of these mega-cities,” he says. “My wife goes to work every day in Paris, … Continue reading →

can’t wait to see this!

saw martha marcy may marlene. brilliantly crafted. elizabeth olsen is quite a find.

this was playing at the gym today and my trainer (who’s in her 20s) said: what is THIS? sadly, i knew what it was. we used to roller stake to this song in elementary school.

at the small end of an illness there was a picture probably Japanese which filled my eye an idiotic picture except it was all I recognized the wall lived for me in that picture I clung to it as a … Continue reading →

: Speak to me. Take my hand. What are you now? I will tell you all. I will conceal nothing. When I was three, a little child read a story about a rabbit who died, in the story, and I … Continue reading →

an audio tour with peter schjeldahl who reviews “heroic africans: legendary leaders, iconic sculptures,” a show of mostly precolonial tribal pieces at the metropolitan museum: “the show addresses the major problem that i and other people i know who’ve never … Continue reading →

watched truffaut’s “the last metro”. lovely music. classic piaf.

playing at the gym – seems like such a long time ago…