for some reason i keep recalling scenes from shirin neshat’s “passage,” a short film about a burial in the desert. i saw this a few years ago at…. the whitney? moma? guggenheim? not sure, but i remember the scenes clearly, and i’m dying to see it again…. oh youtube, why must you fail me when […]
tonight’s is a rather poor sketch of a woman.
she is a quiet, wifely sort of woman. everyone finds her nice if anyone notices her at all, and the only bad word ever said about her is that she is, maybe, a bit dull. she gets neither bored nor overly excited. she does not laugh loudly, […]
this one is illustrationfriday’s fault.
the prompt was, “pet peeve.”
here is a pet who sings of other misspent things,
of cages, masks, and stolen wings.
reason #232 for craving springtime: more plants.
i’ve been dyeing my papers with tea and dried roots and things. the purple above (the shade’s more intense than it appears on screen) is from boiling […]
(i will carry my guilt to the end. it is what anchors me to reality, because most times i don’t want to leave my dreams. then i remember the burden i have to bear, it reminds me of what i’ve done and consequently what i must do to make up for certain mistakes, and i […]
odd fruits and twisted roots formed human figurations. it was like each tree had its own story to tell, and most of these stories featured prospective brides who endured tragically romantic deaths: one had worn a child’s pelvic bone in her elaborately-styled hair, and another had been confined to a palanquin after her feet were […]