A sun that never warms: Vaslav Nijinsky

“I detest nightingale and prose poetry. I eat my meat without sauce Béarnaise. There have been schools of painting and sculpture that went suaver and suaver until there was no expression but only banality left; then there always came a revolt. Perhaps something like this happened in dancing.”

Rodin (1912)

Between lives

Something immensely satisfying about eating a tuna sandwich on a Sunday afternoon. I feel connected to a past out of Updike or Cheever, the moment before unpleasantness seeps in. Carver, even. Glass of milk present only in spirit. Elbows on blue-checked oilcloth. Occasional breeze through an open window, wide, neat blanket of lawn tucked underneath. Etc.

"Every time I walked away after having a gun held to my head, I thought: you've been lucky one more time." - René Burri in color

Chicago, Illinois 1971

Beijing, China 1989

Chicago, Illinois, USA 1971

Albisgüetli, Zurich, Switzerland 1980

Peace Hotel, Town of Shanghai, China, 1989

New York City, USA, 1988

Tokyo, Japan 1980

The smile at the foot of the ladder

Charles Sheeler, "Rolling Power" (1939)

Unarchived some old posts and published some drafts. Maybe I'll post here more this year. Nice to have a repository.