(via explodingtorium)A.M. Lightning, Bill Parker, 1990
(via exploratorium)
“Nobody listens anymore. I can’t talk to the walls because they’re yelling at me, I can’t talk to my wife; she listens to the walls. I just want someone to hear what I have to say. And maybe if I talk long enough it’ll make sense. And I want you to teach me to understand what I read.” — Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
“I have nothing to say/ and I am saying it/ and that is poetry/ as I need it.” — John Cage, Silence: Lectures and Writings, 1949
![“I like long distance running, it’s like photography in some ways. I think anytime you’re in solitude for three or four hours and physically pressed, your mind tends to be liberated somewhat. I just find that I wander off into my own world.”
[excerpt from alone with michael kenna; interesting interview here]
Michael Kenna, Full Moonrise, Chausey Islands, France, 2007 (+)](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8wymzEhUx1rr10yho1_500.jpg)
“I like long distance running, it’s like photography in some ways. I think anytime you’re in solitude for three or four hours and physically pressed, your mind tends to be liberated somewhat. I just find that I wander off into my own world.”
[excerpt from alone with michael kenna; interesting interview here]
Michael Kenna, Full Moonrise, Chausey Islands, France, 2007 (+)
Edward Ruscha, Coyote, Lithograph on Rives BFK paper, 1989
![Ilmārs Blumbergs, Books of Venice (2003), Drawing, paper, ink, charcoal, pencil
[more info. about the books here]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m8r47tYe3s1rr10yho1_500.jpg)
Ilmārs Blumbergs, Books of Venice (2003), Drawing, paper, ink, charcoal, pencil
[more info. about the books here]