The Four Horsemen Of The Apocalypse, Cathedral Of ClermontFerrand

diamond rain reykjavík, 2023

Intermediate-Range Ballistic Missile

An intermediate-range ballistic missile fell on my house yesterday

It interrupted my eating breakfast

And – for God's sake! – broke my favourite mug

Spilling the tea all over the floor

In the other room my sister was sound asleep

Dreaming about that dog our mother promised to get her for Christmas

She was going to name it Caramel

But she never woke up

She never woke up

And I didn't wake up either

Only the tea dried up

Among my favourite mug's shards

It did happen

Not to me, maybe

Nor to my sister I have never had

Nor to my house that stands still

But to someone

In one or another part of the globe

It did happen

Just yesterday

Arial B.

January 31, 2025

headline from the nature briefing today / Map of the World, seperis

tront with shell

hey pig piggy pig pigpig

The way I see it, Art has two functions: escapism and confrontation. It serves as both a sanctuary and a mirror. Through escapism, Art creates landscapes where burdens dissolve, where the ordinary is transformed into the extraordinary. It reminds us of the boundless beauty that is preserved in the world and the immense potential that we harbor. It paints a picture of what could be.

But Art also confronts. It grips us by the shoulders, demanding that we open our eyes to the raw, unadorned reality of existence. It challenges the lies we tell ourselves and the illusions we construct, and forces us to reckon with the depths of our humanity. In confrontation, Art becomes the wound that refuses to heal until we take care of it. With its blood and pus, Art paints a picture of what is.

Though it might seem so, these functions are not opposites — they are intertwined; a good piece of art achieves not just a balance but a fusion, where escapism and confrontation become two edges of the same sword. This dual-edged nature is what gives Art its power. The escapist edge whispers of what the world should be; the confrontational edge reveals what the world truly is.

A sword with one dull edge is incomplete, blunt and purposeless, and, certainly, a useless weapon against any enemy, leaving its wielder defenseless and vulnerable in the face of danger. In the same way, Art that leans too heavily on either escapism or confrontation becomes unbalanced. Pure escapism is shallow and hollow; it risks becoming an empty distraction. Pure confrontation, on the other hand, risks alienating and overwhelming the audience without offering hope.

The total solar eclipse seen from Casper, Wyoming (US), by a team of ESA astronomers.

naum gabo : klichee, 1924 / bauhaus bücher

Playing The Downward Spiral cd on my Hello Kitty boombox is the only thing keeping me from ending it all

I still don't know If fighting against something Is the same thing As fighting for anything