Morley's underwater adventures

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This is great. Artist Morley (@official_morley) took his street art to another level—underwater!

On a trip to Hawaii, he and his wife decided to have an ocean adventure. They got in a cage underwater to check out some swarming sharks. While there, he stuck his hand outside the cage with one of his laminated artworks and took a photo.

And this is what he had to say about it:

“The message speaks to how doubt can feel insurmountable. It can feel like a chasm filled with ever searching creatures looking only to consume your hope, your faith and your optimism. Some people- and some dreams- are worth the journey, no matter how perilous they prove to be”'

Neil Gaiman's wedding poem

Image: Neil Gaiman with his little boy, Ash. Photo: @amandapalmer

Image: Neil Gaiman with his little boy, Ash. Photo: @amandapalmer

I checked out Neil Gaiman's website to see if he had a New Year's message. Instead, I found this. A wedding poem. He wrote it for his friends, Sxip and Coco, on their wedding day, and because everyone asked him about what he'd recited, he posted it.

I thought it quite wonderful, so here it is:

This is everything I have to tell you about love: nothing.

This is everything I've learned about marriage: nothing.

Only that the world out there is complicated,

and there are beasts in the night, and delight and pain,

and the only thing that makes it okay, sometimes,

is to reach out a hand in the darkness and find another hand to squeeze,

and not to be alone.

It's not the kisses, or never just the kisses: it's what they mean.

Somebody's got your back.

Somebody knows your worst self and somehow doesn't want to rescue you

or send for the army to rescue them.

It's not two broken halves becoming one.

It's the light from a distant lighthouse bringing you both safely home

because home is wherever you are both together.

So this is everything I have to tell you about love and marriage: nothing,

like a book without pages or a forest without trees.

Because there are things you cannot know before you experience them.

Because no study can prepare you for the joys or the trials.

Because nobody else's love, nobody else's marriage, is like yours,

and it's a road you can only learn by walking it,

a dance you cannot be taught,

a song that did not exist before you began, together, to sing.

And because in the darkness you will reach out a hand,

not knowing for certain if someone else is even there.

And your hands will meet, 

and then neither of you will ever need to be alone again.

And that's all I know about love.

 

a new year

Artwork: C215 (Christian Guemy) L’amour triomphe de tout

Artwork: C215 (Christian Guemy) L’amour triomphe de tout

Love conquers all.

I hope so for 2018.

Here's to love, peace, kindness, hope, grace, empathy; being brave, honest, thoughtful, giving—to being whoever you want to be; whoever you believe you were meant to be.  

And don't forget your sense of humour! Laughter was a big antidote to some of the craziness that was 2017 :):)

eleven!

Artwork: wall mural by @never1959

Artwork: wall mural by @never1959

It's Eleven! I love Stranger Things, so this is a pretty awesome wall by @never1959.  

infinitesimal being

Photo: @mattbroadwin

Photo: @mattbroadwin

I seem to be bingeing on Pablo Neruda's poetry these days! I just had to share this. It's simply divine. From Neruda's Selected Poems, a poem plainly titled Poetry (La poesía), exploring Neruda's revelation about being a poet, about wanting to write poetry, the tentative first lines, and how it made him feel.  

The third stanza is stunning:

And I, infinitesimal being,

drunk with the great starry

void,

likeness, image of

mystery,

felt myself a pure part

of the abyss,

I wheeled with the stars,

my heart broke loose on the wind. 

so lightly here

Artwork: paste-up by @murmurestreet

Artwork: paste-up by @murmurestreet

For anyone feeling like the Christmas spirit is a no-go-zone—too stressed, bummed out, snowed under, shopped out, tanked out—whatever, here are some beautiful words from Leonard Cohen that cut to the heart of the matter:

“We are so lightly here. It is in love we are made. It is in love we disappear.”  (@_nitch)

eL Seed: The Bridge

Great art installation by eL Seed in the demilitarized zone between North and South Korea. Initially he wanted to create a bridge-like sculpture rising about 20 metres, based on the idea of unity, peace and mutual respect. But due to security issues, this couldn’t be realized, so the result is this laser-cut horizontal artwork at the fence of the DMZ.

Describing the project, eL Seed wrote: 

“Bridges are never built from one side. It involves taking a step forward from both sides. I proposed a bridge that would begin in South Korea and extend to the mid-point a gesture of solidarity. The project will remain unfinished until another art piece is installed in North Korea, thus making it the ultimate symbol of unification. 'The Bridge' feeds the memories of the older generations with the souvenir of one united country, it stands as a reminder for the younger generations that there is a shared culture, language, and traditions and that art can bring people, culture and generations together beyond political conflict.”

The artwork translates the words of a poem, via eL Seed's  “calligraffiti”, by Kim Sowol, a North Korean poet who passed away before the country was divided:

You may remember, unable to forget:
yet live a lifetime, remember or forget, 
For you will have a day when you will come to forget.

You may remember, unable to forget:
Let your years flow by, remember or forget, 
For once in a while, you will forget.

On the other hand it may be:
How could you forget
What you can never forget? 

Artwork: eL Seed, The Bridge, 2017 (photo: @t.jchoe)

Artwork: eL Seed, The Bridge, 2017 (photo: @t.jchoe)

sky of beijing

Artqoek: Wang Gongxin, The Sky of Beijing, 2017 Guggenheim, New York

Artqoek: Wang Gongxin, The Sky of Beijing, 2017 Guggenheim, New York

I recently came across this video installation by Chinese artist, Wang Gongxin. It’s showing at the Guggenheim NY: Sky of Beijing—Digging a Hole in New York, 2017. 

The genesis of this piece was a mirror installation created by Gongxin in 1995. After living in New York for nearly 12 years, Gongxin returned to China and created a video installation in the floor of his courtyard house. He dug a hole, 3 meters deep, and placed a video monitor at the bottom. It showed the sky in Brooklyn and was aptly named, The Sky of Brooklyn. There was also sound featured, a brief dialogue: “What are you looking at?” and then, “It’s nothing. Just the sky.”

Both pieces play on the idea of the remote distance between the two countries; the expression “digging a hole to China”, as the only direct (and impossible) way to get there, and the disparate cultures Gongxin experienced and its impact on identity. Yet, it’s also an eloquent meditation that despite borders, distance and differences, we all live under the same sky.

millo

Artwork: wall mural by millo, Sound of You, Shanghai, 2017

Artwork: wall mural by millo, Sound of You, Shanghai, 2017

I've been meaning to post this for a while. A wonderful wall mural by millo in Shanghai for the Murmur project. It's called Sound of You—a poetic work about longing, dreams, nature and time. Check out millo's IG for the gorgeous companion piece, Twist of Fate (@_millo_). 

  

invisible cities

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There are books so fantastical you just want them to be real.

Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities is such a book.

It’s a story of Marco Polo recounting his many and varied travels to Kublai Khan. After each journey, Kublai Khan asks Marco Polo to describe the cities he has been to. And so it goes, the explorer gives the conqueror a vision of a world he has not seen, and most likely, never will. For each city is wondrous and impossible, yet Marco Polo is only ever describing one: the city of his birth, Venice, Italy. 

The story is woven with memory, desire, dreams, longing, and the constancy of change in trying to capture what is closest to our hearts.

Here’s a tantalizing sample of an exchange between Polo and Khan:

“I shall tell you what I dreamed last night,’ he says to Marco. ‘In the midst of a flat and yellow land, dotted with meteorites and erratic boulders, I saw from a distance the spires of a city rise, slender pinnacles, made in such a way that the moon in her journey can rest now on one, now on another, or sway from the cables of the cranes.’

And Polo says: ‘The city of your dreams is Lalage. Its inhabitants arranged these invitations to rest in the night sky so that the moon would grant everything in the city the power to grow and grow endlessly.’

‘There is something you do not know,’ the Khan adds. ‘The grateful moon has granted the city of Lalage a rarer privilege: to grow in lightness.” 

miles

Photo: Recording 'Kind of Blue' l-r: John Coltrane, Cannonball Adderley, Miles Davis and Bill Evans

Photo: Recording 'Kind of Blue' l-r: John Coltrane, Cannonball Adderley, Miles Davis and Bill Evans

Chilling out with Miles Davis and my all-time favourite recording of his, Kind of Blue. Here's Blue in Green—a classic and truly beautiful. 

humanKIND

Artwork: wall mural by Seth, Wynwood Walls, 2017 (photo by John Parra)

Artwork: wall mural by Seth, Wynwood Walls, 2017 (photo by John Parra)

Here's the latest work by SETH (@seth_globepainter) for Wynwood Walls as part of the 2017 Art Basel Collection in Miami. The theme for all artists participating was 'humanKIND'. Fantastic as usual. 

 

dark side of the lens

Love this! A riveting glimpse at an ocean photographer's passion for what he does, and what it means to live his life capturing the sea with his lens. The sheer power of the ocean and beauty of this isolated stretch of Irish coastline, accompanies a poetic narrative that is a meditation on this rarely considered art form. Directed by Mickey Smith and produced by Helen Hayden, Astray Films.  

alien blue

Artwork: Pamela Rosenkrantz's, Alien Blue Window, 2017

Artwork: Pamela Rosenkrantz's, Alien Blue Window, 2017

Kind of drowning in words—writing, editing...need an escape! This popped up on my IG feed, and since my favourite colour is blue, it was a bit of a magnet. A cross between Yves Klein and James Turrell—Pamela Rosenkrantz's, Alien Blue Window, 2017 (@artbasel).   

Cool title. And pretty tempting to walk through it—or dive into it—to see what's on the other side.

Awesome portal!

bloom

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Water, water everywhere at the moment. It's been a squally, drenched few days. Trying to get into a writing headspace, listening to Radiohead, and a fave from The King of LimbsBloom.

   

white

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Ever had that feeling of being at the edge of the world?

Obviously not literally, but a sensation, feeling that if you stepped off the place you were standing, you’d be heading into an unknown?

There are places on the planet some would dub, “the end of the world”. My aunt just sent me a photo from Ushuaia in Argentina. Located at the southern tip of South America, it’s known in tourist hype as “the town at the end of the world”. I’m a little jealous having wanted to go for a long time, but never finding my way there (I have a thing for llamas—she promised to bring me back a t-shirt with one on it—huh!). Then, she and her husband are off to Antarctica. And to my imagination, that is a place that feels like journeying into an unknown. 

Before going, I told her to read Marie Darrieussecq’s novel, White

Darrieussecq’s writing is evocative, immediate and exciting. I came across her work while studying at uni—a wonderful fictional story she wrote to accompany an exhibition of Louise Bourgeois, Dans la maison de Louise. It was a text that influenced my own ‘Art Stories’ project. I’ve avidly read her work since then. 

White is the story of two engineers, Edmée and Pete, both escaping their lives, to work on Project White in Antarctica, at a station 15 kilometers from the South Pole. Both seek a kind of tabula rasa—a beginning, an end; an emptiness that might wipe clean traumatic experiences they want to distance or inure themselves from. An escape that threatens to become a journey into a blanketing nothingness. Soon, the very landscape—isolated, magnificent, primal, dangerous—takes a hold of their lives, becoming a mirror for their inner struggles; a force that brings them together in a kind of fateful vortex. And then there are the ghosts. Trapped spirits who are the observers of this tale, they swirl around Edmée and Pete, a tightening web of unseen influencers.

It’s a love story at the end of the world.

parallel dive

Image: @oneocean_onebreath

Image: @oneocean_onebreath

Listening to this on repeat. If you're into deep house/electronic, this new release from Akali Akali, Parallel Dive, Endless Music Records, is definitely worth checking out.

Mesmerising.