
I Thought I Was Over You
The… ForeverNeverEndeavor on Flickr.
Chasms: Mine is the Curse of Expectation.
She could sense its vacuum from a distance far beyond the hollow air that rushed in to fill the void across this canyon…
A chasm spanning ten million miles wide, its bowels cut wide open, deeper than the most distant molecule in space…
She could see a distant, almost transparent apparition standing very still and watching her with no expression.., she stood precisely where the sun would set.
All the while, knowing that this far-off stranger was not a stranger at all.
I was She and She was Me, and despite our fate to spend eternity alone, We shared a finite moment within an infinite expanse.
… my child.
Like the fond arms of love. This song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing. When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear… When you are in the crowd, it will fence you about with aloofness. My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown. It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road. My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things. And when my voice is silenced in death, my song will speak in your living heart.”Flickr: http://flic.kr/p/ctnZX9
Maya Hayuk, LET’S GO BE HERE SOMEWHERE ELSE, 2012. acrylic on canvas 48 x 48”
How My Pathologies are (over) Active:
The fate of the animals
1913Artist: Franz Marc [German painter, 1880-1916] Title: The Fate of the Animals
Oil on canvas
196 x 266 cm
Kunstmuseum, Basle
By: Franz Marc
Franz Marc loved animals, both wild and domestic. This huge painting (almost 9 feet wide), showing the destruction of the natural world due to logging and industrialization, is one of the few truly bleak works of his that I can recall.
It was painted on the eve of World War I, in which Marc would be killed. In 1915 he received a postcard depicting this same painting, and he wrote to his wife:
It is like a premonition of this war, horrible and gripping; I can hardly believe that I painted it!…It is artistically logical to paint such pictures before wars, not as dumb reminiscences afterward…