20.7.11

8.7.11


via Paul




your art. is where you live, where you work. yourself/ your body, the things you do and you own. your family, your memories. feelings, terrors. i do not want to be encouraged to forget this, to change this.


all images Paul Thek; Diver

"Maman"




"Maman" Louise Bourgeois 1995



1st mine, 2nd Jean Dubuffet


Of all the stars I admired, drenched
in various rivers and mists,
I chose only the one I love,
Since then I sleep with the night.

Of all the waves, one wave and another wave,
green sea, green chill, branchings of green,
I chose only the one wave,
The indivisible wave of your body

All the waterdrops, all the roots
all the threads of light gathered to me here;
they came to me sooner or later

I wanted your hair all for myself
From all the gaces of my homeland offered
I chose only your savage heart.
P.N.







3 via here

5.10.09

Cher.


branded on my brain, on my heart

nothing she will ever understand

Still Blind.

(Hieronymus Bosch)

(Théodore Géricault)

(Balthus)

25.9.09

31.7.09

Could it really be?




that is not what i wanted