How Strange It Is To Be Anything At All

girl & cow (2007) by kevin czarzasty

vintage Italian "Fazzoletto" (handkerchief) low table from the late 1970s or early 1980s.

"pan dulce" (2011), laurels2007

rutilated smoky quartz

The ocean leaves behind pieces of herself 🐚♡

my sister’s henna

Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.

Canarsie Road, Canarsie (Brooklyn), New York.

Mona Hatoum - Conversation Piece II, 2011

Elena Wuest - Lost in a Dream, 2026 - Oil on canvas