Yayoi Kusama (Japanese, b. 1929), Infinity Dots (HRT), 2001. Synthetic polymer paint on canvas. Find Yayoi Kusama’s current exhibit at David Zwirner here: Yayoi Kusama: Give Me Love .
Source: Your Eyes Blaze Out
I can't sleep…
Yayoi Kusama (Japanese, b. 1929), Infinity Dots (HRT), 2001. Synthetic polymer paint on canvas. Find Yayoi Kusama’s current exhibit at David Zwirner here: Yayoi Kusama: Give Me Love .
Source: Your Eyes Blaze Out
May 28th. Days short of June, yet solar heaters are blowing. 84° F, and steamy.
Sidewalks are teeming with tourists.
Mid afternoon Manhattan traffic is locked bumper to bumper, snaking up Sixth Avenue.
I skipped breakfast, had a meager lunch, and I’m longing for a sugar fix. Chocolate. Now.
Waze estimates 25 min to get uptown to the office.
My Thumbs are on the keyboard.
Should it be ‘Hi’ or ‘Hi!’? I’m not feeling ‘Hi!’ I’m not a ‘Hi!’ type. I’m more like a “Hello” or a “Hi” guy. Or maybe it’s ‘hi’. “hi’ makes me approachable, less prickly. Yet, it’s hard to alter the brand, callus layered on callus. ‘Hi!’ would be inauthentic or soft, and both just won’t do. Dad’s the tough guy. There’s an image to uphold. A Brand to burnish.
DK: hi
RK: Hi!
Would have preferred ‘Hi Daddy!’ But ! is good. She’s happy to hear from me.
DK: I’ll be in your building in 30 min. I’ll buy you coffee. Me, a warm chocolate chip cookie.
RK: Can’t Dad. I’m in the middle of something.
O blurred.
O tumble-rush of days
we cannot catch.
— Deborah Landau, from “Solitaire”
Credits: Poem excerpt via Fables of the Reconstruction. Photograph – mennyfox55
“The New York City-based artist, Sean Yoro, who goes by Hula, produces hyperrealistic murals of woman from his paddle board. He’s seen bobbing along the current, one hand steadying himself as he adds fine details and decorative tattoos to the ladies’ skin. Hula paints his subjects at the water’s edge on unassuming concrete walls. Part of their heads and shoulders are shown, but the rest of them seemingly exists below sea level. It’s as if these larger-than-life women are taking a leisurely dip. Their placement also has a mirroring effect and allows their portraits to extend beyond the wall. On the water, they appear in an opposing style – fractured and abstract. Hula grew up on the island of Oahu in Hawaii and spent a lot of time on the water.”
Be sure to check out his portfolio of work at Hula.com or on Instagram.
Source: My Modern Met
Wanting to grasp the ungraspable,
you exhaust yourself in vain.
As soon as you open and relax
this tight fist of grasping,
infinite space is there –
open, inviting and comfortable. […]
Nothing to do or undo.
Nothing to force,
nothing to want
and nothing missing.
Emaho! Marvellous!
Everything happens by itself.
~ Lama Guendun Rinpoche, excerpts from Free and Easy
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