You Are An Art. The Perception Of You Is An Interpretation.

- Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquiet

Spomenik: Monument to the Fallen Soldiers of the Kosmaj Partisan Detachment by Vojin Stojic & Gradimir Medaković (1970)

“The most obvious symbolic form embodied in this spomenik is that of the five-pointed star. This star (specifically the red star) was a pervasive and essential symbol to Yugoslavia, which symbolized strength and resistance, most specifically against fascism and Nazi occupation. As such, the star shape of this spomenik, designed by Vojin Stojic & Gradimir Medaković, would seem to be very appropriate given the events which transpired here.” (Info via spomenikdatabase.org

"Thou Shalt Not", 1940 photograph by Whitey Schafer, made in protest of the then-current motion picture censorship Hays Code. The photograph deliberately breaks many of the "rules" of the code, listed in the upper right corner.

has anyone figured out how to be a real person yet

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

"Art is not beauty, art is seeing things differently."

— Virginia Woolf

“A Future City From The Past” by Clemens Gritl: Echoes of Brutalism in a Silent Metropolis.

'blood hyphen' in enfleshings - helen chadwick (1989)

“And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?”

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

Esquire Magazine - 1950