Edward Ruscha, Etc. #207, 1991, Lithograph (more…)
Even books, word-things that should be judged by their content, fascinate me as objects. I confess I have many books in my library that I have never read nor had the intention of reading. I want them because their sheer presence represents a yearning, a mood, a love, and yes, an act of self-preservation. When my eyes scan my library, the typefaces of the titles, the textures of the covers, and their imagined weight give me a moment very like the pleasure of reading.
(via iamjapanese)Linda Connor(American, b.1944)
Sacred Text, Ethiopian Church, Jersusalem 1995
Platinum Print
Tatiana Parcero, Nuevo Mundo #16, C-print and acetate, 1999/2003 (+)
[her statement and more information here]
Sebastião Salgado, Oil Wells, Kuwait, 1991
Bertrand Fleuret — via & more — site
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“I am alone. Walking at random. Wandering, as if at random,...
Peter Upward.
August Strindberg.
From The Lodger, Alfred Hitchcock, 1927.