the conglomerate

Coucher de Soleil Sur la Mer, Constantin Westchiloff (Russian, 1877–1945)

from Yasica, Puerto Plata by JP Infante

power

The knife cut runs as long as it wants. It is through my stomach. I keep looking at it. I have more colors than I would have thought. The hole is large enough for my head. The hole was big enough for their hands to move freely. They put their fingers in because they should not and because they do not get the chance every day.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

— Virginia Woolf, from  Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909 (Mariner Books, 1992)

— Margaret Atwood, from Bluebeard’s Egg (via existential-celestial)

Oil and acrylic on canvas, 170 x 200 cm.

~ Sally Walker

Jian Chong Min

Mountains of Canada, 1984

~ Nisargadatta Maharaj

Frank Bidart, The Third Hour of the Night