The word “art” is something the West has never understood. Art is supposed to be a part of a community. Like, scholars are supposed to be a part of a community… Art is to decorate people’s houses, their skin, their clothes, to make them expand their minds, and it’s supposed to be right in the community, where they can have it when they want it… It’s supposed to be as essential as a grocery store… that’s the only way art can function naturally.
Amiri Baraka (via iloverainandcoffee)
“We are asleep with compasses in our hands.” W. S. Merwin
Fragment of the shroud of St Savinien (Xth or XIth century) | From La gazette des beaux-arts (The gazette of fine arts) |Paris | 1880.
Sokout dam ghanimat ast
(Silence: the breath is precious)
Alvaro Sanchez |'Canto De Golondrinas Como Metal Crudo' series | Multi-disciplinary digital collages | 2013
In these image-hungry, egoistic times, perhaps one should be malamati in order to conserve the truth.
What is the value of elucidation in an age of doublespeak?
I’ve deactivated my Facebook account. Good riddance to nauseating voyeurism!