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Ya know, I used to live like Robinson Crusoe; I mean, shipwrecked among 8 million people. And then one day I saw a footprint in the sand, and there you were.

continues thru Feb 22: “Future Perfect”  Anoka Faruqee Koenig & Clinton Gallery, 459 W19th St., NYC Recent works from the artist’s ongoing series of Moiré Paintings foreground the début of two new series: the Circle Paintings and the Wave Paintings. By triangulating all three bodies of work Faruqee galvanizes her systematic experimentation with color, perception, and the limits of technological precision. Her simultaneous shift towards larger-scale canvases intensifies the somatic experience of varying retinal patterns. Layer by layer, the artist rakes one selected paint color over the canvas and then later sands the dry surface to erase all resulting grooves and ridges before raking the next set of overlapping lines. Each painting offers evidence of a physical act suspended in the strata of pattern, capturing a momentary glitch that might otherwise pass undetected.

Slavoj Žižek (via nevver)

“Wait, pretty butterfly. Ugliness is a kind of death. As long as I’m beautiful, I’m even more alive than the others.”

Thanks again to cimera for this one!