#space-time

Behold some absolute JOY from @shiftythrifting ! Thank you so much, lovelies!

I purchased two of their generous Junk Boxes, and my wife and I had so much fun looking through them and finding treasures. Going to thrift stores isn't feasible for us at the moment, and this crip-time, space-time treasure hunt was a delight.

Our boxes were Horses and Keychains & Pulls (aka Things With Clips). And they thoughtfully included some random treats as well, like the spectacular Vintage Woman sticker above. I'm guessing the image is from an advertisement or sewing pattern. The promotional keychain is from a Dutch company that makes bag-in-box contraptions for businesses! Naturally.

As you might guess, it's been hard to pick just a few highlights. Below is The Bassett, named for the PG Wodehouse character Madeleine Bassett. She is an earnest, droopy sort of girl, fond of comparing the stars to God's daisy chain. Something about the eyes...

This artwork is titled "Flying Lesson" (2000) by the American fine art photography duo Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison

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In silence, in the dark, the tides shine, get slippery, their fluidity turns them into a mirage. There’s a persistent hum to the ocean that translates into a back-and-forth movement of our body. Walls disappear and new visual formations invade the imagination. One is not in usual dimensions. Sleep belongs to the past, and the hours too. Luminosity enmeshed with darkness makes us cross over new territories. You move into galaxies in a few seconds, space-time becomes just a game.

Thinking is dimmed when familiar forms of reality disappear. This is not a loss. Long periods of inner silence favor clearings, they let the light in, the flooding, the blinding, the bedazzlement. We need spaces for the reshuffling of new cards, need to be nowhere. Thinking doesn’t always come from preceding thoughts: I suspect it’s always being born, even when it seems related to the past.

[Etel Adnan]