Andy Goldsworthy, Ice Star, 1987
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“What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?”
— Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow
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Hans Bellmer 1942
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Franz Erhard Walther - Flacher Raum, 1979
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by Yoshihiro Tatsuki
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ACT UP, 1990
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Mars, Raoof Haghighi
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David Cronenberg and Viggo Mortensen
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The Moon, Leonora Carrington, c. 1955
"the illogical, the fictive, the dream"
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Theodore Roethke, from "Vernal Sentiment", The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke [ID'd]
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In all this world, no thing can keep its form. For all things flow; all things are born to change their shapes. And time itself is like a river, flowing on an endless course. Witness: no stream and no swift moment can relent; they must forever flow; just as wave follows wave, and every wave is pressed, and also presses on the wave ahead; so, too, must moments always be renewed. What was is now no more, and what was not has come to be; renewal is the lot of time.
— Ovid, (43 BC to 17 A.D), The Metamorphoses, Book XV (translated by Allen Mandelbaum). (Everyman's Library; September 10, 2013) (via Wait-What?)
Source: onceness
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Ghom Mohammadi (Iwan Maktabi)