Passed this today, on a flat in the western part of town. The poet is a Dutchman of Iranian descent.
Stop! Stay with me for a bit Moving vans come and go But not you, you stay and watch: Loaded bicycles The camels of this neighbourhood Into the sunset Where the sand from the North Sea changes Into ships from the Baltic Sea
Here the world lies at your feet. Take a step Breathe deeply, then let go And the future will glide towards you
Yoko Ono
“I’m thrilled that SKY (which I created in memory of John Lennon) is at W72nd St subway, just steps from my home & Strawberry Fields. It brings the sky underground, so it’s always with us. I hope this will bring peace & joy to my fellow New Yorkers for many years to come.”
Hey guys, I hope everyone is having an amazing weekend
I thought I’d share a link to an Insta Art project that I’ve re-started since going sober. I’m doing a piece of abstract digital art for every day that I stay Sober. So if you’re into that sort of thing, feel free to check it out You can see how many days in my captions (It starts from day 5 as thats when I got tbe idea )
I have a Georgia O’Keefe calendar. The whole year I have looked forward to September’s painting although I was not familiar with it.
I turned it over and thought “Wow” and my only word to describe it was “Special” because of the beauty of it and because this is a special time in my life.
( All times are special, really).
I wondered what the name of the painting was, looked, and guess what? It is “Special”.
Amazing.
Enjoy!
I posted this before I think but I got up real close this time. I didn’t appreciate him much back in the day. I was too busy smoking and drinking my days away. Now I love his work more and more each time I see it. This only one of four of his murals surviving world wide. Fable animal (with the artist on its back), 1986, Keith Haring, Koelhuis Amsterdam.
In Derna, and indeed across Libya, everyone is sharing a poem called The Rain, written by a poet from the city, Mustafa al-Trabelsi, who died in the floods. On 6 September, days before writing the poem, he had attended a meeting at the Derna house of culture to discuss the risk of a flood in the city and the state of the dams.
The poem is short but pertinent. It reads:
The rain
Exposes the drenched streets,
the cheating contractor,
and the failed state.
It washes everything,
bird wings
and cats’ fur.
Reminds the poor
of their fragile roofs
and ragged clothes.
It awakens the valleys,
shakes off their yawning dust
and dry crusts.
The rain
a sign of goodness,
a promise of help,
an alarm bell.
I took so many pictures but these are probably the best ones. Each space was different. There were areas to sit and just be and lots of interactive exhibits. It was such a fun experience.
so cool-- I absolutely love Meow Wolf – went to that one a few years back and had the best experience. Funny cause that is what i thought of when i saw your pictures earlier. Glad you are enjoying yourself.
From this autumn’s visit to Paris: Gustave Moreau’s atelier, Antoine Bourdelle’s museum (the sculpture of a woman represents Penelope) and a photo of Goya’s “Volaverunt” (there was an interesting exhibition in the Petit Palais). I couldn’t resist though I really dislike taking photos of paintings etc.
You can see how many days in my captions (It starts from day 5 as thats when I got tbe idea 
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