Dance With Me In My Dreamsyour Hands Are Slipping Through Minean Illusion Of You Who I Lovedand Still,

dance with me in my dreams your hands are slipping through mine an illusion of you who i loved and still, i love you so stay by me in this faux and ideal world learn to accept the unearthly we can conquer reality together and make this one ours i'll pretend i haven't forgotten your face your name, your eyes, because how could i in this city i built just for us the memory of you holds it together and if i come to accept this fact that you're gone, and i cling to a ghost of you this city will come crashing down and myself alongside it.

last night — 2024 06 19

inspired by the jxw song of the same name

(original poetry, please do not repost without credit)

Ala Ebtekar, Thirty-Six Views of the Moon (from the San Jose Museum of Art)

Cyanotype prints on found book pages exposed to moonlight.

Thirty-six Views of the Moon is a collection of night exposures, left from dusk till dawn and exposed by moonlight on book pages from texts referencing the moon and night sky spanning the last ten centuries. Working with photographic negatives of the Moon from the Lick Observatory archives in Northern California and treating each book page with Potassium ferricyanide and Ammonium ferric citrate (cyanotype) to make the surface of the page light-sensitive, the pages are then exposed overnight by the UV-light emitted by the moon. The work takes its cue from a poem by Omar Khayyam that imagines us as the objects of the Moon’s omnipresent gaze and, in response, produces a vignette of windows on the Moon that abstract the typical celestial gaze, merging galaxy with ground to collapse space and time. (McEvoy Foundation for the Arts)

something that is lived in is loved, and something that is loved is beautiful.

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静岡県 Canon EOS 5D MarkIV

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