Istanbul, 2019
35mm
“Regenerative experiences: Plunge into the sea. The sun. An old city. Silence.”
— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980
(via mrsclarkkent)
Lily Moth - Roos Holleman
Dutch , b. 1989 -
Piëzografie on 310 grs Hahnemühle German etching paper , 48 x 33 cm. Ed.33
theres something so beautiful about things becoming dirty from their job. like a painter's desk being covered in paint stains, or a gardeners pants having mud stains that wont wash out, or a cutting board being stained from all the foods that have been cut on it. just a clear, distinct telling of "this was used as intended and it shows" an object clearly showing it's been used and loved
everyone talking about wrinkles i want you to know I absolutely adore those additions. wrinkles and scars and stretch marks, too. like yeah. this body has lived and loved and grown and this is proof <3
I really hope I get to live an unconventional life. I hope I get to live in cohousing communities and travel vast distances by sea. I hope I find work that gives my life meaning and purpose but doesn’t consume all my time or define my selfhood. I hope I can create family in all different ways, not just with a partner and children (though I would like those too!). I hope I make such a difference that everyone who meets me is better off because of it. I hope I run through forests and lie in the grass. I hope I am so unapologetically queer and neurodivergent that nobody could ever feel ashamed of themselves when I’m with them. I hope I manage to step outside of systems that cause harm without losing my sense of solidarity for those who can’t or who are most impacted by them. I hope I never lose my sense of justice. Maybe lots of these things won’t work out - pressures of money, time, crisis and commitments to other people might prevent some or all of them. But I hope I try my absolute damnedest at them before I give up.
Love should catch like food in the teeth.
(I’m once again trying to find the text post that Inspired this)
This is inspired by @fairycosmos post I couldn’t find it forever and no one knew what I was talking about so sorry for the delayed credit <3
“Reading a few sentences like this is like looking at the inside of an old still-ticking clock, or opening a can of tennis balls, or seeing a thin rivulet of water join another and become a stream — seemingly unrelated things but immensely satisfying. It makes you glad, as Denis Johnson writes, to feel “finally a part / of such machinery.” And I think that’s the feeling I miss when I feel disconnected from my writing, or writing in general. It’s a feeling of seeing the world and feeling not-quite-in-it, and not knowing how to put that feeling into language, into the machinery of curiosity or unknowing or wonder that writers construct out of their way of being in the world. Strange machinery, isn’t it, this stuff we try to do? But brilliant and beautiful.”
— Devin Kelly, from his essay “D. Nurkse’s “First Grade Homework” | Thoughts on turning toward the light.”, published March 5, 2023