HAMMOND B3 ORGAN CISTERN By GABRIELLE CALVOCORESSI

birds

Biosphere: Jellyfish (1994) by: Alexis Rockman

Lyrics taken from 還願 by 草東沒有派對

we’re gonna be ok btw

an apple in a box for infinity

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«A horrifying morning. A blast of cold air jotted me awake to find myself not lying in bed, but standing upright on the roof with icicles stuck to my face, shivering, nearly blue from hypothermia, peering down at the ground far below. Bill brought me here. I know he could have made me jump. But he didn’t. Why? То send a message: that I’m his toy.»

I think it's cute how so many art movements are simply called "new art" to differentiate "not like the old stuff". Contemporary dance. New wave fashion. Pop (literally popular) music. Art Nouveau. Modernism. Postmodernism. Even terms starting with neo- (neo-classicism, neo-expressionism) all are just saying NEW ART. And yet all of these things are now distinctive styles of the past. It's kind of beautiful how humanity never stops outgrowing itself. Art is a state of matter that refuses to sit still, old as soon as it is new, original upon its thousandth performance, new forever so long as there is someone who has not yet seen it, and old the second the artist picks up their instrument again.