Ernesto Sabato, R.I.P.

The Apocalyptic Sublime

Joy Garnett, Poof

In memory of Pontius Pilate

Andy Warhol, Electric Chair

Our task is to heal the shattered world.

A prayer to the spirits of wisdom and the sea

Ana Mendieta. Incantation a Olokun-YemayÃ

Willem de Kooning, Excavation

Time will tell who has fell and who's been left behind . . .

The Late, Late, Late Show

Jeff Spaulding, Raft

Thomas Pynchon, A Journey into the Mind of Watts:

A kid could come along in his bare feet and step on this glass -- not that you'd ever know. These kids are so tough you can pull slivers of it out of them and never get a whimper. It's part of their landscape, both the real and the emotional one: busted glass, busted crockery, nails, tin cans, all kinds of scrap and waste.

Brandon Morse: Marianas

marianas from ebmorse on Vimeo.

I wish I had a river I could skate away on . . .

How do you feel (about art)?

Everything, always, collectively, had been moving toward that purified shape latent in the sky.

Thomas Pynchon, Gravity's Rainbow:

. . . and now, in the Zone, later in the day he became a crossroad, after a heavy rain he doesn’t recall, Slothrop sees a very thick rainbow here, a stout rainbow cock driven down out of pubic clouds into Earth, green wet valleyed Earth, and his chest fills and he stands crying, not a thing in his head, just feeling natural. . . .

Yvette Mattern, Global Rainbow, Berlin, February 2010