Nan Goldin, "Clemens, Jens and Nicolas Laughing at Le Pulp, Paris" (1999)

Albrecht Durer, “Heavenly Body in the Night Sky” (1496)

 

Memoria del Saqueo (2004)

 

George Wylesol

 

Grateful subservience to the seasons

 

Michael Borremans, "Red Hand, Green Hand" (2010)

 

Despite its later associations there’s always been something so romantic to me about ancient Romans calling the Mediterranean "Mare Nostrum," or "Our Sea."

El Idolo de Mexico

 

I miss him

The old streets, the old faces, the old conversations, the old ways of being known to others

It happens when you feel the other parenthesis, the one at the end, as it presses your skin, wraps itself around your chest like a tightening belt. You can still breathe, but not as well. You can still sing, but not with the notes you could hit before. You can still spit, but life has moved past the spitting stage. It’s when things fail to return to normal, that finally you get it: this is normal.

Gary Indiana, “Five O’Clock Somewhere” in the latest issue of Granta.

Bust of the painter Andrea Mantegna

 

Antoine Marchalot

Sara Issakharian

Truth or Dare (2022)

Everybody wants you and the wind howls (2021)

Forbidden Arms (2021)

scrabble (2021)

Tipped Trick (2022)

 

Here and Then There and Now (2022)

Cat o' nine tails (2022)

 

Cecily Brown, "The Last Shipwreck" (2018)

 

2024

Harvesting wild clay, getting back into fermenting, getting back into comics, red light therapy, ume shiso rice, AM spin, PM hot yoga, the Alps, Ohto pencils, Lemaire layers, La Cuisine du Comté de Nice, silver (still!)