30 November 2011
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The best form always already exists and no one should be afraid of making use of it, even if its elements derive from someone else’s work. We have enough original genius. Let’s repeat ourselves ad infinitum.
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14 November 2011
I came across the top paper rubbing at blaaaaaaaaaaat and it reminded me of an amazing rubbing, titled Life of Confucius, I've seen at the British Museum.
It is rubbed ink on the most delicate paper pasted together and i really recommend going to find it if you get the chance. It is currently hanging in the Grayson Perry: The Tomb of the Unknown Craftsman exhibition.
Posted by Rachel Johnston at 1:22 pm
11 November 2011
9 November 2011
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – 'Tis the Seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us of the air – When it comes, the Landscape listens – Shadows – hold their breath – When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death –
1. Alexander Harding, 9:48 a.m. (2010)
2. Anya Gallaccio, Chasing rainbows (1998)
Both found via whitehotel
Posted by Rachel Johnston at 10:39 am