“The wires of Dürer’s knots do, in a sense, chart the paths of entwined networks — of knowledge, commodities, cultural and material translation, repeating idealistically within a flourishing system.”
“The wires of Dürer’s knots do, in a sense, chart the paths of entwined networks — of knowledge, commodities, cultural and material translation, repeating idealistically within a flourishing system.”
A sketchbook of memories from painter Joel Adas’ time as a courier for the Brooklyn Museum.
With a few stories spanning a few decades, photographer Neal Rantoul shares his affection and admiration for fellow photographer, teacher, and friend Harry Callahan.
With clouds, within seconds, you’re working from your memory of a thing that is as nebulous and beautiful and temperamental as memory itself. As confusing as memory, seen from within the mist, as perplexing seen from afar.
“Like everywhere we go, even a highway or a junk yard or a parking lot has something about it that you want to capture or remember. It’s nice to go through your day expecting to find beauty in odd places.”
“A month later I am dead. So, girls, if you want my advice, never play Eve, the mother of all men.”
“In subsequent weeks, I might take time to look at it and see what I’ve done. Or in this case, listen to the waves.”
We are the upsetters.
Heat wave ramblings.
“Known as the “Tenth Muse” or as ‘The Phoenix of America’ due to her formidable achievements in literature and scholarship, she is now revered as an early feminist.”