I make things all the time. Pieces of music, poetry, little collections of photographs, essays (impromptu dance routines) etc, etc. Some of these grow into larger projects, some I make just to make. One of my favourite things is show up in the studio (can you see I have nothing up my sleeve?) and create […]
via A Trace of Memory – A New, Free, and Ephemeral Thing — JamesRadcliffe.com
via Instagram http://j.mp/2lLEanE
via A friend is what the heart needs all the time. — Håkan Dahlström Photography
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ said Swiss Lady, sounding confused. So I tried again, describing the – occasional – advantages of invisibility. Not so much when you are trying to order at the bar, but the ability to walk down the street and not be noticed, is useful. Unless a car runs you over. I tried spelling it […]
She is no longer the bird she once was, the one that flew high to Tibet, alone; the one that made circles around Lake Namtso, the mirror of heaven; the one that laughed until out of breath. Instead, she became a tree. She can’t move her own nest — Liu Xiaobo can’t move, so she […]
via Liao Yiwu: Introduction to Liu Xia’s collection EMPTY CHAIRS (Graywolf Press, 2015) — Kanlaon
