April 16, 2014    James Baldwin  
In my experience—and this is a very awkward way to put it, since I don’t really know what the word experience means—the strangest people in one’s life are the people one has known and loved, still know and will always love. Here, both I and the vocabulary are in trouble, for strangest does not imply stranger. A stranger is a stranger is a stranger, simply, and you watch the stranger to anticipate his next move. But the people who elicit from you a depth of attention and wonder which we helplessly call love are perpetually making moves which cannot possibly be anticipated. Eventually, you realize that it never occurred to you to anticipate their next move, not only because you couldn’t but because you didn’t have to: it was not a question of moving on the next move, but simply of being present. Danger, true, you try to anticipate and you prepare yourself, without knowing it, to stand in the way of death. For the strangest people in the world are those people recognized, beneath one’s senses, by one’s soul—the people utterly indispensable for one’s journey.
James Baldwin, Just Above My Head. 1978
12:20am    James Baldwin  
…I was beginning to be too old to trust the sleeping ease behind that word: happiness. I was being forced to see that real love involves real perception and that perception can bring joy, or terror, or death, but it will never abandon you to the dream of happiness. Love is perceiving and perception is anguish.
James Baldwin, Just Above My Head. 1978
April 14, 2014    ScanLAB Projects  
ScanLAB Projects

ScanLAB Projects

9:46am
Gerco de Ruijter

Gerco de Ruijter

9:44am    Akihito Takuma  
Akihito Takuma

Akihito Takuma

9:41am    Jean de Pomereu  
9:40am    Jean de Pomereu  
Jean de Pomereu, Sans Nom

Jean de Pomereu, Sans Nom

April 13, 2014    Uta Barth  
Uta Barth, …and to draw a bright white line with light (Untitled 11.2). 2011

Uta Barth, …and to draw a bright white line with light (Untitled 11.2). 2011