Valentine Santiago mi león de amor, un pajarito sabio de la fe y esperanza. Que siempre estés rodeado por las flores de primavera que te recibieron. ¡Bienvenido hijo a jugar en este jardín! 🩵
Oceans leads the Richards & Marias 2026 🩵🦋🧞♂️🌊🐈⬛🐈
A painting about the 12 cats my daughter imagine keeps under her bed and has tasked herself with caring for - 6 boys named Richard and 6 girls named Maria, feral and demanding, but efficiently called and corralled when needed. She loves to be in charge and I hope she stays that way. 💙🙏
I’ve seen tribes of stray cats many places I’ve travelled and they are always enchanting- living a full life separate from ours but in sight. In Istanbul, Hoi An, Cairo and Rio, but never here in our home until now.
American museum collections digital archives dating to 1968 and select popular images (inclusive of artworks from 67-70 from MoMA, Art Institute of Chicago, & LACMA). Art alongside + often with blinders towards strife, continued.
William Anderson (Apollo 8)
Mark Rothko
Joan Miró
Marc Chagall
MC Escher
Romare Bearden
Philip Guston
Edward Ruscha
David Hockney
James Turrell
Donald Judd
Sigmar Polke
Giuseppe Penone
Alighiero Boetti
Faith Ringold
Joseph Albers
Vito Acconci
Monica Sjöö
Rufino Tamayo
Andy Warhol
Louise Bourgeois
Dan Graham
Trisha Brown
Bernie Boston
Vija Celmins
Gamma Keystone (Paris)
Gerhard Richter
Frank Stella
Bob Dylan (for the Band)
Karl Wirsum
John Dominis (Tommie Smith and John Carlos, Olympics)
Trisha Brown, Leaning Duets, 1970.
Le Tigre Eau d’bedroom dancing, 1999.
Sitting here thinking about artists making work in times of strife, out of strife, what has it looked like to keep doing something personal, interior even, and also keep your eyes and heart open to the wellness of others? To support needs beyond your own 💕
We sailed up a river wide as a sea
Slept on the banks on the leaves of a banyan tree
And all of these spirit voices rule the night
Some stories are magical, meant to be sung
Songs from the mouth of the river when the world was young
And all of these spirit voices rule the night
By moon we walk to the brujo’s door
Along a path of river stones
Women with their nursing children seated on the floor
We join the fevers and the broken bones
The candlelight flickers, the falcon calls
A lime-green lizard scuttles down the cabin wall
And all of these spirit voices
Sing rain water, sea water, river water, holy water
Wrap this child in mercy, heal her
Heaven’s only daughter
All of these spirit voices rule the night
My hands were numb, my feet were lead
I drank a cup of herbal brew
Then the sweetness in the air combined with the lightness in my head
And I heard the jungle breathing in the bamboo
Saudações
Dá licença um momento
Te lembro que amanhã
Será tudo ou será nada
Depende, coração
Será breve ou será grande
Depende da paixão
Será sujo, será sonho
Cuidado, coração
Será útil, será tarde
Se esmera, coração
E confia na força do amanhã
