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Arc

Here, learning to craft, birth to arc, John Biscello– my life’s truest art. Advertisements

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Scissors

Hard to move forward, she thought, when bound to what’s gone– She bought new scissors.   (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Mark Rothko

Rending light to fit an artist’s capacity to survive caste form.   (Artwork by Mark Rothko)

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Girl, Chair

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

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Moonman

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

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Beginning Now

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

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Chair

No sitters to tend, solvent to its own winter, if these floors could talk.   (Installation by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Closer

You said you knew me, but really, what did you know? Closer, I dare you.   (Photo by Man Ray)    

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Trinity

Beware the airless room, without light, laughter and love, a Trinity beyond reckon, none of it is worth a good goddamn.    

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Comeback

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.      

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