Mon Univers et ses Étrangetés Muriel Albert
La création est en soi un acte de transformation.
macsiMe is a French artist who is inspired by impact. macsiMe prefers no elaboration. only the act of friction and reaction speaks for itself All in Nothing-Nothing in EverythingI drawI eraseI glueI scratchI tearI stop, look, lookAnd I start againLots of “I” sbut that is what Art isArt is just answer macsiMe lives in Le …
Artistic studies in theurgic space, alchemical plants, time doors, cosmogramic beings, and artificial phantoms of intelligence. 4inx6in, collage on Canon film paper by Mitchell Pluto from December 1 to December 10
there is nothing on Facebook Reels about how well the soil is doing, there is always a cyber mob confusing the economy with the stock market. we Americans have our expectations
I discovered Photomorphosis way back in 1972 while attempting to copy an illustrated article in the Times magazine article on Yves Tanguy on an office copy machine. At night, in the dark. A clandestine maneuver. Photomorphosis is the enchanting process by which an organism changes or experiences metamorphosis under the influence of light… It is …
When I chose to fill my life with artistic creation… I was only an adolescent. I remember the moment. well, I was 14 years old and felt suddenly consumed by a desire, a need to draw… Since when I havebeen using all the artistic mediums within my reach: drawing, painting, embroidery, collage. A part of …
Silence of Forgotten Faces and Feelings by Anne Bernasconi Read More »
In this illusory questto survival, I abstainto say your name.In this twilight worldwhere everything freezes;inevitably.I watch this glowon the horizonof our extinction The human being dreaming of the world of tomorrowPoison the last rivers;Who was already feeding him more.In a deafening silence;Consumes;What it is no longer:human And as in every moment, the eternity of a …
Born Under a Radioactive Transit: Art and Poems by Alicia Lasne Read More »
05/14/21cosmic fires burnbehind the rich, black fabric of the nightwhich parts to let the magic passas particles of filtered lightthe door lies open, the gate lies closedlife travels, small and swiftthrough tiny tearsa missing stitchand life. the flow itselfthe tear itselfthe seama sight of seeming deaththat folds, unfolds itselfin weeds of griefand swaddles itselfand for …
Taking the Auspices, Magic and Poems Hazel Cline Read More »