victoria thorne: 10/31/10

6.11.10

terestchenko

[picnic]

love (i've had this so long that it's on tape.

tape! imagine. anyway, laurie anderson,

b. d. wong, and uma's dad narrate the

audio version. highly recommended.)

5.11.10

grace & keith

haring

"He did elaborate costumes, graffitized settings, and body-painting for her, sometimes without pay, 'because it was more important to do it - no one else I worked with made as much sense,' he told me in November 1986. Grace Jones led him to perhaps the most famous of all black discos of the middle '80s, the Paradise Garage in SoHo..." [R.F. Thompson]

some people [the redemptive quality of art]

remind us that blogs

can be an art form

and, like all art,

can be sublime

[the redemptive quality of art, part 1]

image: William A. Whifler, architect

mr. hockney's fresh flowers

at thrilling tomorrow started

proof (it's amazing to think that 25 little pieces of paper stapled together can be so full wisdom and life and the keeper of so many splendid things)

well, not proof exactly perhaps

but as close as i need; yesterday,

i wanted to post about this book

i wanted to say something about

how important books are for

children, how important poetry

is for life, how important good

art is for the soul. how important

it is to make pudding out of pencil

shavings. i love this book; found an

old copy in campbell california in

1991 and gave it to someone i have

great respect for. kept loving it. more.

and the joy it contains means a small

world to me. so, this morning, seeing

it here (please go and comment, you'd

love a copy of your own, i think) it...

well, it just seemed to me that random

is never really random. here's the post

i meant to write, and here's a better

version. thank you, Burgin Streetman.

title quote: Burgin Streetman,

Vintage Kid's Book My Kid Loves

with love

4.11.10

is anything really random?

as i search for words and pictures today

i think of this

(and for me, random is not. ever.)

somehow, it is all of a piece. but it is the knowing

that eludes us (often) and the seeking which brings

such joy. in any seemingly random pattern there

lies the secret of a universe; and what can compare

with the frission of joy that again occurs when we

find a bit of the secret? there. right before our eyes.

[sending sunshine from california to you]

photos: vt

an old tree i love

"If you know that someone is speaking badly

of you behind your back, and if you react to

that negativity with a feeling of hurt, then you

destroy your own peace of mind. One's pain is

one's own creation. One should treat such

things as if they are wind behind one's ear.

In other words, just brush them aside.

To a large extent, whether or not one suffers pain
depends on how one responds to a given situation.
What makes a difference is whether or not one is
too sensitive and takes things too seriously."

the art of tranquility