ponedjeljak, 26. kolovoza 2013.

Rebecca Cairns - Ghost

Želatina na želatini.


when you said you would


July 28, 2013

faulty structures

July 19, 2013

revisited with new eyes

June 22, 2013

June 21, 2013

blanketed bones

May 19, 2013

May 10, 2013

April 24, 2013

three hundred days

April 2, 2013

i can almost see you.  

April 1, 2013

"In a way, her memory is a theory about how the hanged woman looked to her in the orchard, which she has to respect, in the sense that the landscape’s immanence is an organically developing failure of its language to speak its content. The connection between word and idea corresponding to the landscape is retained, but the connection between the word and the landscape is lost, so the shadow of a hill stays dark during lightning. How she sees the lightning is a time lapse into the planar dimension, a hierarchy of grammar or deference by way of the word belonging to her such as lady suicide or woman suicide, because the woman doesn’t die in her own absence or in effigy, so that no existing philosophy and no philosopher will know soon, enough points with enough speed to handle the richness of her reconstruction of her or him for long. He starts to see patterns in the words and the patterns are pretty to him and distract him. It is well known that lightning is attracted to body heat, a person on horseback or a large saguaro, the way a racket of birds in the morning is a kind of empathy for two people. If we retain the belief that her image of him or her, let’s say him, is a pre-requisite for gaining consciousness of the unknown person, we suppose there is no direct channel of communication to the unknown person, with the result that facts about him or her must exit into the world, before a life can be perceived between the light and dark of function or the object, and desire or the image..."
- Mei-Mei Bersenbrugge

March 28, 2013

March 23, 2013

the dog beneath the skin


March 19, 2013

March 14, 2013

March 7, 2013

they're all waiting for you

half memories

March 5, 2013

My work is featured in the first issue of Developed Magazine amongst lovely company.
 (poorly documented above, I know...)

February 23, 2013

February 23, 2013

nothing ever fills

February 19, 2013

February 17, 2013

the seas silver lining

February 11, 2013

if the time is ever right / it will be
beyond that which is
what will not be written

lydia roberts, from august 2012. 
sinking into my stomach; a melody

February 5, 2013

what I lost along the way
what I thought I knew

February 3, 2013

reocurring dreams

January 24, 2013

for a limited time only, you can receive four mystery prints from my shop for $15. 
thank you, everyone. x

the shape that our bodies conform to

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