life is more true than reason will deceive
(more secret or than madness did reveal)
deeper is life than lose:higher than have
—but beauty is more each than living’s
allmultiplied by infinity sans if
the mightiest meditations of mankind
cancelled are by one merely opening leaf
(beyond whose nearness there is no beyond)
or does some littler bird than eyes can learn
look up to silence and completely sing?
futures are obsolete;pasts are unborn
(here less than nothing’s more than everything)
death,as men call him,ends what they call men
—but beauty is more now than dying’s when
Here’s an unashamed plea for more followers on Pinterest! I joined earlier this week and have become completely addicted, I still love tumblr for its range of media you can post, but you’ll find i’m starting to upload images from my own artwork on Pinterest so it’s well worth a peek!
Living off the coast of south Australia, weedy seadragons (Phyllopteryx taeniolatus) are the only known species along with sea horses and pipefish - where the male carries the eggs. Although the eggs start out in the female, she lays about 120 of them onto the tail of the male where they are then fertilized and develop until they hatch.
Feeding on plankton, larval fishes and small shrimp-like crustaceans, seadragons resemble swaying seaweed making them difficult to find in their natural habitats, even though they can grow to about 46 cm in length.
such a beautiful back story to this work:
Felix Gonzalez-Torres - Perfect Lovers (1987-91)
This work means a lot to me. Years back when I first read the title of it I wondered how the artist could imagine “perfect lovers” as being two persons perfectly in sync with one another all the time. No lovers are. Then I read more into it and found out the story, and since then Perfect Lovers has been one of my most favorite works of art of all time.
The artist conceived of Perfect Lovers subsequent to the death of his partner, Ross, who battled AIDS throughout their almost ten-year relationship.
The two identical battery-operated clocks were synchronized and set side by side in the gallery. In the course of the exhibit, the clocks inevitably fell out of sync. The batteries of one of the clocks expired while the other ticked on. The clocks being identical in shape is a subtle allusion to homosexuality.
I thought it was about time i posted some work of my own to this blog… so here’s a drawing of an ostrich, done in pencil, and i’m tempted to title ‘the mother in law’. The fraught indignation of this birds features have always made me chuckle, and it was fun putting it down on paper.