Ulrica Hume

[A woman dancing by Eadweard Muybridge]

The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.

~Madeleine L’Engle

[A woman dancing by Eadweard Muybridge]

The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.

~Madeleine L’Engle

To love is not a state: it is a direction.

~Simone Weil

[The Seven-Pointed Star by Hilma af Klint]

[Young Girl on the Beach by Albert Marquet (1898)]

For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire,

[Eve by Anna Lea Merritt (1885)]

like a ghostly roll of drums remorselessly beat the measure of life

~Virginia Woolf

©Gundula Blumi

#GundulaBlumi#WomanArtist#VisualArtist#ExperimentalArt

Bird

Carlo Rovelli:

This Ansel Adams photo has made quite an impact on me...

Cemetery Statue and Oil Derricks, Long Beach, 1939:

Double exposure; a snowy country road superimposed on a photograph of the beautiful bright moon. A scene that could never happen but is a peaceful marriage of happy memories.

Schau genau hin. Das Schöne kann klein sein.

Immanuel Kant

Grey Hitachi operating system manual for KC-671E digital clock radio with collaged embellishments; etching portrait, marble statue, bowl of grapes

Hitachi Operating Guide, collage zine 2022

#collage #zine #cutandpaste #handcut

Huge globe hanging from the ceiling of a church nave, below the cross.

we are at the stake,
And bay’d about with many enemies,
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.

which i did! please see above...

yes, i believe it is

A group of women stride toward us along a glowing yellow street that tilts upward like a stage. Their bodies are elongated and angular, with sharp shoulders, tapering coats, and small black shoes that cut into the pavement like points. The central woman wears a deep green cloak and a wide black hat trimmed with pale yellow, her face long and pale, her eyes narrowed and unreadable. To the right, a figure in a lavender-gray coat leans forward with a cool, detached expression. To her left, a woman in saturated blue emerges from shadow, while two darker figures recede behind them in black and blue. Their faces are masklike rather than individualized, built from slashing planes of cream, peach, black, and tan. The street and buildings dissolve into jagged bands of acid yellow, green, and black, so the city feels unstable and rushing rather than fixed. The women appear elegant and highly visible, yet emotionally distant from one another and from us. Fashion, movement, and public display dominate the scene, but so do tension and unease. This painting belongs to German artist Ernst Ludwig Kirchner’s celebrated Berlin street scenes, made after his move from Dresden to Berlin, where modern city life became one of his most urgent subjects. In these pictures, fashionable women in extravagant hats often stand for more than individual sitters: they become emblems of metropolitan spectacle, commerce, desire, and alienation. Here the women’s beauty is deliberately hard-edged. Their bodies are elegant but tense, their faces alluring yet sealed off, their closeness theatrical rather than intimate. Kirchner’s acidic color, compressed space, and blade-like contours transform the street into a psychological zone where attention itself feels dangerous. Rather than offering a comfortable scene of women in public, Kirchner shows a city built from performance, vigilance, and restless energy.

"Frauen auf der Straße" (Women on the Street) by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner (German) - Oil on canvas / c. 1915 - Von der Heydt Museum (Wuppertal, Germany) #WomenInArt #ErnstLudwigKirchner #Kirchner #VonDerHeydtMuseum #GermanExpressionism #1910sArt #art #artText #arte #BlueskyArt #GermanArt #GermanArtist

Sometimes all I've got left is sarcasm. And when that runs out, I get serious.

“with you, intimacy colours my voice. even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here'.” Warsan Shire glass vase with poppies shades of pinks & cream in various stages of unfurling

Purse of cerise red satin embroidered with symmetrical flower and leaf motif in gold thread, with drawstring and silk tassels, c. 1600 - c. 1699 (Rijksmuseum)

how welcoming they seem, ready to give you a hug

"I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now.
One does, I think, as one gets older."
― Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room

(image: Mikiko Noji/ photo: V. Woolf)

maybe just soft enough to never break again

“Writing is also bestowing a blessing on a life that was not blessed.”

(Lispector, Too Much of Life)

“Writing is ungraspable future.”

— Rosmarie Waldrop
(as quoted by Jabès in The Book of Margins)

[Eve by Anna Lea Merritt (1885)]

like a ghostly roll of drums remorselessly beat the measure of life

~Virginia Woolf

the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go.

~Rebecca Solnit (A Field Guide to Getting Lost)

[Young Girl on the Beach by Albert Marquet (1898)]

For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire,

evergreen