Kati Horna :: Surreal Portrait Of Remedios Varo, 1957. [Wearing A Mask Made By Leonora Carrington] |

Green explotion

in the night garden

My love, The moment has come to send you a farewell tasting of earth (dry leaves, something far away and disused). I wanted to do this with lines that don’t reach the margins—often called poems—but I have failed. There are so many intimate things for your ears only that words cannot express, only the shy algorithms that amuse my breaking wave. The noble trade of poet is not for me. It isn’t that I don’t have sweet things to say. If you only knew what is contained there in a whirl inside me. But the shell that contains them is too long, convoluted and narrow. They emerge, exhausted from the journey, and in a bad mood, elusive; the sweetest ones are the most fragile and are left behind, shattered, disparate vibrations… I’m a useless medium. I would disintegrate trying to convey everything at once. Let’s use everyday words to capture the moment. […] That is how I love you, remembering the bitter coffee every morning, the taste of the dimple in your knee, the ash of a cigar delicately balanced, the incoherent grumbling with which you defend your impregnable pillow.[…] That is how I love you, watching the children grow, like a staircase with no history (and I suffer because I can’t witness those steps). Every day, it’s like a stabbing in my side, upbraiding the idler from its shell. This will be a real farewell. Five years in the mire have aged me. Now there remains only one last step—the definitive one. The siren songs have ended, and so has my inner conflict. Now the flag is raised for my last race. The speed will be such that screams will accompany me. The past has come to an end; I am the future in progress. Don’t call me, because I won’t be able to hear you. But I will sense you on sunny days, under the renewed caress of bullets. […] I will keep a look out for you, in the way a dog remains alert while it’s resting, and I will imagine every part of you, piece by piece, and altogether.If one day you feel the force of an overbearing presence, don’t turn around, don’t break the spell, just keep on preparing my coffee, and let me experience you in that instant, for al

Yuki Ideguchi (出口雄樹) — Genesis  (canvas, gesso, acrylic colors, animal glue, silver leaf, varnish, 2015)

Photos from the book ‘My People Shall Live’, London, 1973

Gustav Klimt, Judith II (1909)

Touch Starved, In Art Pt. 4

Malcolm Liepke, Let Me Hold You // Ralf Scherfose, Couple On A Red Sofa // Elżbieta Wasyłyk, Amabilność VI // Silvio Allason, The Kiss // Naudline Pierre, Through The Clouds // Joseph Lorusso, Sunday Afternoon // Julia Soboleva, Dreamtigers // Erwin Rudolf Weiss, The Kiss // Joseph Lorusso, Contentment // Joseph Lorusso, Be With Me

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert

Poster by James Jean

Frida Kahlo, Moses, 1945.

Pj Harvey 1995

Photographed by Stefan de Batselier