Showing posts with label long black cloth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label long black cloth. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Monday, May 11, 2015
Saturday, April 4, 2015
focus
I love how the world fades away when I am alone here.
It's just not important.
from January 2000 journal.
It's just not important.
from January 2000 journal.
Friday, April 3, 2015
Sunday, February 22, 2015
longing cloths
Because the velvet is not wide enough.
to cover the piecework or fit neatly with the dot border
I make more.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
metaphor and beauty
I've been interested in metaphor for ages.
I want my artwork to be all metaphor and beauty.
The kind of beauty that hits you hard, in the heart first, and then the mind.
That causes you to remember your own deep secret life, and also my work.
Together linked.
Susan Rothenberg
I want my artwork to be all metaphor and beauty.
The kind of beauty that hits you hard, in the heart first, and then the mind.
That causes you to remember your own deep secret life, and also my work.
Together linked.
Susan Rothenberg
Saturday, February 14, 2015
be pleased, you living one
the back of the mourning cloth
a long dark center
indigo velvet
be pleased, you living one,
in your delightfully warmed bed,
before Lethe's ice-cold wave will
lick your escaping foot
Goethe
from Roman Elegies 1790
Lethe is the river of oblivion. It flows through Hades.
When one drinks the water, one forgets one's earthly life.
a long dark center
indigo velvet
be pleased, you living one,
in your delightfully warmed bed,
before Lethe's ice-cold wave will
lick your escaping foot
Goethe
from Roman Elegies 1790
Lethe is the river of oblivion. It flows through Hades.
When one drinks the water, one forgets one's earthly life.
Thursday, February 12, 2015
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