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Here, learning to craft, birth to arc, John Biscello– my life’s truest art. Advertisements
Hard to move forward, she thought, when bound to what’s gone– She bought new scissors. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)
Rending light to fit an artist’s capacity to survive caste form. (Artwork by Mark Rothko)
The girl in the chair is no longer the girl in the chair, she is neither here nor there, she is always and forget-me-not, soul-spray and glacial uproar causing a siege, she is the spidery patterns of her exploded heart, … Continue reading
Moonman, when will you return? The world has gone to trembling, and scattered its once-proud feathers, we are presently undergoing a plumage crisis and are in dire need of luminous mending. Your glyphic signature remains in the palm of my … Continue reading
Craft. Tactile homage, and respect to craft, its inviolable depths and integrity, to approach craft as you would a fertile god, to practice, radically, at its altar, to consecrate with marked intent, and to know in your heart’s heart that … Continue reading
No sitters to tend, solvent to its own winter, if these floors could talk. (Installation by Izumi Yokoyama)
You said you knew me, but really, what did you know? Closer, I dare you. (Photo by Man Ray)
Beware the airless room, without light, laughter and love, a Trinity beyond reckon, none of it is worth a good goddamn.
Everything we attempt and seal creatively, every last and first word completed, reigns as beautiful failure, a mortal short-hand and forger’s touching testament to the Source, rounding what dreams may come and fade and come again.