Come said the muse,
Sing me a song no poet has yet chanted;
Sing me the universal. Walt Whitman
Photo by Werner Bischof, from JAPAN photography by Werner Bischof 1951-52.Sing me a song no poet has yet chanted;
Sing me the universal. Walt Whitman
Without memories, there is nothing to account for our lives. With memories, we develop a language, drawing from universal concepts.
"Leaning against the wall were rows of ancient, tattered Chinese screens. I peeked between torn corners to see layers of paper, some yellowed with age but covered with exquisite calligraphy. A new body of work had begun." Roberta Marks, A Place Between
I found the above image at Seth Apter's tumblr page which you can find here. It is titled Four Play. He has beautiful images there as well as at his wonderful blog, which you can find here.
I draw these letters
as the day draws its images
and blows over them
and does not return. -- Octavio Paz
A scroll made of bamboo
Man is but a part of the fabric of life -- dependent on the whole fabric for his very existence.
--- Gary Snyder
The above is titled LETTER FROM THE OLD WORLD by Lissa Hunter. Her book is LISSA HUNTER: Histories Real and Imagined. She also has a wonderful website which you can find here.Man is but a part of the fabric of life -- dependent on the whole fabric for his very existence.
--- Gary Snyder
"Any process , whether it is washing dishes or making art, is begun to fulfill a function, is formed by appropriate techniques and materials, and if affected by cultural and historical influences." --Lissa Hunter