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The sound two empty spaces make when they meet, Ariel Schlesinger
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Ligne Blanche
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Josef Prošek, Performance by Milan Grygar, 1969
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be still my heart
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Untitled 11x14 inches, acrylic on panel, 2012.
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Kees Goudzwaard
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Jochen Lempert
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Alexander Hamilton, Blue Flora Celtica, Narcissus 2
Cyanotype with plant elements, 50 x 65cm - 1990 - 2002 -
claes oldenberg
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Bridget Riley, Broken Circle, 1963
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Happy to participate in this project, congrats Stephanie!
“New Research” on Cool Hunting! (sorry guys, I’m just really excited about this one)
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unknowns.
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beef-san: bruno munari
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Isamo Noguchi, The Kite, 1958 - Man Walking, 1959 - The Gold Mirror, 19058
via mondoblogo
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Roy Lichtenstein, Pyramid, 1968
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Gaetano Pesce
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“People ask why there are so few female artists who succeed. It’s because women are not ready to sacrifice as much as men. Women want a man, they want a family, they want to have children, they want to be loved, and to be an artist. And they can’t; it’s impossible.” - Marina Abramovic, in Bazaar, March 2012
(I read that this morning and have been thinking about it all day. Agree? Disagree? In my heart, I also cannot see all those things co-existing in one life, but I know it’s an unfashionable view. I can also forsee criticism for pairing that statement with this image, but I find this 1974 photo really captivating.)
In related news, see my co-Interviews Editor Ross Simonini’s wonderful interview with Abramovic here on his website.
- Sheila Heti
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Rebecca Horn, Mechanischer Körperfächer (body fan 2) via Rolu
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SUBMISSION: Used Soaps by Sarina Lirosi
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Chacaltaya Mountain, Bolivia
Nick Ballon
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Michael Bussell on together
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Tomelloso, Ciudad Real (1960), Ramón Masats
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Pierrette Bloch No 640, 1973 , Carsten Greve Gallery found via Bernd Wuersching
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The pocket in question is a small pocket of resistance. A pocket is formed when two or more people come together in agreement. The resistance is against the inhumanity of the New World Economic Order. The people coming together are the reader, me, and those the essays are about–Rembrandt, Paleolithic cave painters, a Romanian peasant, ancient Egyptians, an expert in the loneliness of a certain hotel bedroom, dogs at dusk, a man in a radio station. And unexpectedly, our exchanges strengthen each of us in our conviction that what is happening in the world today is wrong, and that what is often said about it is a lie. I’ve never written a book with a greater sense of urgency.
