"this snapshot effect, like a speech delivered on no matter what occasion, but at such and such an hour." ~m. duchamp
1. green piece, 2. birds + snow, 3. the corner, 4. Barcito, 5. 259: 10.17.07, 6. 301: 11.28.07
sediment of the daily
1. green piece, 2. birds + snow, 3. the corner, 4. Barcito, 5. 259: 10.17.07, 6. 301: 11.28.07
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"we have everything to say...and can say nothing; that is why we begin anew each day, on the widest variety of subjects and in the greatest number of imaginable procedures. we do not set out to write a beautiful text, a beautiful page, a beautiful book. absolutely not! we simply refuse to be defeated:
1) by the beauty or fascination of nature, or even the humblest object; nor do we recognize any hierarchy among the things to be said;
2) by language; we will continue to try;
3) we have lost all desire for relative success and all taste for admitting it. we couldn't care less about the usual criteria. only lassitude stops us. the monopolization of these criteria by a few hucksters has thoroughly disinclined us from any further sermonizing on measure or excess. we know that we successively reinvent the worst mistakes of every stylistic school of every period. so much the better! we don't want to say what we think, which is probably of no interest (as is evident here). we want to be unsettled in our thinking.
the silent world is our only homeland. we make use of its possibilities according to the needs of the times."
1. apple, 2. Winding Road, 3. le parapluie, 4. Adventures In Perspective, 5. IMG_0125, 6. Anagrams Embossed Edition No. 79
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this is to be my last article for intowine.com. don't worry, i still like wine. in fact i love it more than ever. and home too. and the concept of home. and the idea of roots and years and geography.
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.."And so, when a poet rubs a piece of furniture, when he [she] puts a little fragrant wax on his [her] table with the woolen cloth that lends warmth to everything it touches, he [she] creates a new object... objects that are cherished in this way really are born of an intimate light, and they attain to a higher degree of reality than indifferent objects..." ~so says gaston bachelard
photos and cleaning objects of affection by bailey's home and garden.
don't you just want to mop when you look at this picture?
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“When you're safe at home you wish you were having an adventure; when you're having an adventure you wish you were safe at home”
Thornton Wilder
“Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.”
Charles Dickens
“Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest”
Robert Montgomery
“Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserved; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room, from which we go forth to more careful and guarded intercourse, leaving behind...cast-off and everyday clothing.”
Harriet Beecher Stowe
"Home is wherever my books are." ~Unknown
autumn always makes me more of a homebody. jorge my trusty rug cleaner came for a visit this morning and already the carpets are dry. i've not just been cleaning the tops and sides of things but also the under and behind. so much dust! tumbleweeds of fur! most household dust is dead skin, they say. we've been shedding like mad, like vertical snakes.
shifting the position of the furniture, washing the curtains with borax, reaquainting myself with the things i possess, half-read books slipped between the bed and the wall in the night, listening to the browning and yellowing going on in the backyard. fanny is practically naked since she finished molting and looks conspicuously like a fryer.
as a reward for all my hardwork, there was a perfect shiny black Royal typewriter just waiting for me to buy it for ten dollars at sacks' thrift avenue.
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it's all about his handwriting.
this beautiful project has been done by kay deveney, who took photographs of bert in his home. she writes:
"This work is sited where Bert’s autobiographical vision, based in life experience and feeling, meets the new eye of a stranger. Together our visions and versions of his day-to-day experience sit side by side to create a new tale. At the end of this project Bert and I, of course, maintain our individual perspectives, but I think we are richer, too, for being informed by one another. I know I am."
thanks simply photo.
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Labels: books, decay, home, photographers
camilla put in a link to artist do ho suh in her blog yesterday, and ever since i saw his "perfect house" installations i haven't been able to stop thinking about them.
here he created entire interiors out of translucent nylon sewn to shape. box pleats and gathers. a mere slip of a house.
a seashore home and the conquest of mildew, but not frailty. use a large needle and don't worry if it grows blunt.
slipcover.
bedskirt.
must needs a doorbell, for no one would hear you if you knocked.
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