The title of the work is identical to a series of photographs by Huseyin shot in Odessa, showing curtains blowing in the wind. These images inspired an installation of hardened lace curtains, frozen in time and space. The work refers to the gesture of opening the windows to set free the soul of the deceased, as well as the idea of a spirit present in a room, mysteriously lifting the curtains to reveal its presence.
Gabriel Lester,Melancholia in Arcadia (2011)
All rights are reserved. Photography by Peter Cox.
Rabo Art Collection
The Rumblr’s in-house astrologer, Madame Clairevoyant, presents her latest dispatch from the stars:
Pisces: This is a week for weird honesty; this is a week for trusting yourself to find a way through the space between what you have and what you need. Try to be brave enough to say your own true name out loud. Try to be brave enough to go where you haven’t been before. Try to be brave enough to believe in the quiet glowing truth in your blood. Listen to the rhythm more than the tune. Listen to the bass more than the melody. Let the world carry you.
Today’s image was made specially for Madame Clairevoyant by Jen May.
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue.
Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.
Rebecca Solnit in A Field Guide to Getting Lost.
Song: “Blue Light” by Mazzy Star
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
Alexandra Agoston x Chris Colls
Ben Schuyler, The Decemberists (2014)
"A Pacific Northwest born and bred native, Ben Schuyler is a mobile photographer based in Seattle. Growing up in a suburb just north of the city, he’s spent his life drinking coffee, hiking the Cascade Mountains, and breathing in the salty air of the Puget Sound. Though he enjoys city life, he finds escape and renewal in natural settings. His photographic inspiration relies on his surroundings: people, dirt roads, floral and fauna. Ben’s work plays on the marriage between portraiture and landscape photography. In addition to taking his own photographs, Ben also founded and curates Northwest Handcrafted, a project highlighting some of the best craft and craftspeople rooted in the Pacific Northwest." - iGnant
“Frank Ocean wrote a fantastic ballad that was truly lovely and poetic in every way, there just wasn’t a scene for it. I could have thrown it in quickly just to have it, but that’s not why he wrote it and not his intention. So I didn’t want to cheapen his effort. But, the song is fantastic, and when Frank decides to unleash it on the public, they’ll realize it then.”
— Quentin Tarantino explaining why he didn’t use the song in “Django Unchained.”
Ernest C. Withers, I Am A Man, Sanitation Workers Strike, Memphis, Tennessee, 1968.