Perhaps I’ll see you at the opening tomorrow eve..
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Printed Matter’s LA ART BOOK FAIR
February 1-3, 2013
Opening: Thursday, January 31, 2013, 6–9 pm
The Geffen Contemporary at MOCA
Printed Matter presents the first annual LA Art Book Fair, from February 1-3, at The Geffen Contemporary at MOCA. An opening will be held on the evening of Thursday, January 31.
Free and open to the public, the LA Art Book Fair is a unique event for artists’ books, art catalogs, monographs, periodicals, and zines presented by 220 international presses, booksellers, antiquarians, artists, and independent publishers from twenty-one countries.
Opening: Thursday, January 31, 6–9 pm
Friday, February 1, 11-5 pm
Saturday, February 2, 11 am–6 pm
Sunday, February 3, 12 pm–6 pm
The Geffen Contemporary at MOCA
152 North Central Avenue
Los Angeles, CA 90012
(213) 626-6222
moca.org
12:41 pm • 30 January 2013 • 1 note • View comments
“I’m always looking outside, trying to look inside. Trying to say something that is true. But maybe nothing is really true. Except what’s out there. And what’s out there is always changing.”
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Robert Frank
via Photographers on Photographers: Always Looking Outside: Poetics and Visuality in the Work of Robert Frank by Dawn Roe
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12:37 pm • 30 January 2013 • 208 notes • View comments
Experimental new work…. Whilst I am Drawing Breath IV (973 Miles)
10:48 pm • 28 January 2013 • 8 notes • View comments
Experimental new work…. Whilst I am Drawing Breath IV (973 Miles)
1:38 pm • 27 January 2013 • 14 notes • View comments
Experimental new work…. Whilst I am Drawing Breath IV (973 Miles)
5:55 pm • 24 January 2013 • 15 notes • View comments
Heaviness
“This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.”
Rilke from the Book of Hours II
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3:10 pm • 24 January 2013 • 3 notes • View comments
Camouflaged. Seen while on a 12 mile bike ride this morning. #bikeexploration
12:37 pm • 23 January 2013 • 16 notes • View comments
Week one in California coming to a close.
An endless poem
An unposed question
A string of breaths
about how many lay before.
9:47 pm • 22 January 2013 • 4 notes • View comments
Sleeping In The Forest
Sleeping In The Forest
Mary Oliver
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I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
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9:32 am • 17 January 2013 • 2 notes • View comments
“To lack confidence at the outset seems rational to me. It doesn’t matter that something you’ve done before worked out well. Your last piece is never going to write your next one for you.”
— John McPhee (cf.)
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9:28 am • 17 January 2013 • 147 notes • View comments
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A small, year long project I worked on. The four seasons of The Bush. [Lake Springfield, IL][2011-12][1920x1920][OC]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc480pB8Wr1rbykrgo1_500.jpg)
living-planet:
A small, year long project I worked on. The four seasons of The Bush. [Lake Springfield, IL][2011-12][1920x1920][OC]
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6:01 pm • 16 January 2013 • 17,284 notes • View comments
