It’s that time of year again, isn’t it? The snow is falling, the air is rolling softly between the dried branches. Or maybe it isn’t. If you close your blinds, the difference will melt away like the ice that may or may not be outside. Go on, do it. Are they closed? Good. It’s okay to turn away from the world, just for a little bit. Feel free to light the fireplace, you don’t know how cold it might get. You don’t know much of anything, not beyond what you see. Be a child for a little, it’s good for the spirit.
Your child-like innocence is a gift, cherish it. The history of art is a scrapbook full of children. Arthur Rimbaud wrote about the derangement of the senses, a drug induced state where the world became unfamiliar once more. The Surrealists and Dada artists scrounged the world for common objects to make strange again. They spent their lives walking backwards into unknowing. This is the legacy we’ve been given. Go out and find things, see them as you’ve never seen them before. Walk back to your closed blinds. Ask what’s behind them.
The question of what could be is a driving force in what I try to do in my writing, and what I try to do with this channel. Found is, on a core level, about seeing meaning your own way. I post photography, art and writing for you to interpret, but it’s your job to do so. Everything here is yours for the taking, I just put it out to be discovered. Don’t forget to forget, and take care of what you find.
Your child-like innocence is a gift, cherish it. The history of art is a scrapbook full of children. Arthur Rimbaud wrote about the derangement of the senses, a drug induced state where the world became unfamiliar once more. The Surrealists and Dada artists scrounged the world for common objects to make strange again. They spent their lives walking backwards into unknowing. This is the legacy we’ve been given. Go out and find things, see them as you’ve never seen them before. Walk back to your closed blinds. Ask what’s behind them.
The question of what could be is a driving force in what I try to do in my writing, and what I try to do with this channel. Found is, on a core level, about seeing meaning your own way. I post photography, art and writing for you to interpret, but it’s your job to do so. Everything here is yours for the taking, I just put it out to be discovered. Don’t forget to forget, and take care of what you find.
Forwarded from zumami's relay
And my beloved poet @Foundagain who is one of those few beings who expresses and explores art in the least pretentious and always inclusive ways. One day I will be sitting in the audience of one of your plays and scream wildly "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS".
Oh my goodness, I'm so touched to see this. What's there to say about Zumami? Zumami is genuinely one of the sweetest people I've ever encountered, and always manages to inspire me with endlessly uplifting content. If you're not already following it, I strongly suggest you check out @hugfest.