February 2012
11 posts
Her secret was listening to flowers. Because all flowers speak and sing, even...
– Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space (via colourcollision)
That is why the better part of our memory exists outside ourselves, in a blatter...
– Marcel Proust, À l’ombre des jeunes filles en fleurs, trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin (via proustitute)
January 2012
6 posts
December 2011
11 posts
In the end, autumn is nothing but cold tea and it goes on and on and takes ages...
– Francis Ponge
my work now has a place of its own →
‘I’m cold,’ the lover says, ‘let’s go back’; but there is no road, no way, the...
– Roland Barthes, A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments, trans. Richard Howard (adapted from baroquemirrors)
November 2011
1 post
October 2011
10 posts
How can I express the darkness?
– Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 30 June 1927 (via proustitute)
xamounts: FOLDING IN →
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New works by Alexandra Busgang
Curated by Jessica Simas Opening: Friday, October 14, 8PM-11PM Location: LasCaux Gallery, 89 Niagara Street, Toronto ON Folding In marks the debut solo exhibition of works by Alexandra Busgang. Working through sculpture, video, and collage, she…
September 2011
4 posts
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August 2011
4 posts
1 tag
Now that I know what I want, I don’t have to hold on to it quite so much.
– Lucian Freud (via lunch-poems)
July 2011
10 posts
the breath the trees the bridge
the...
– C. D. Wright, “Flame” (via proustitute)