There is no other word to read
I am tripped up. I keep thinking about self-interest, rationalism, love, TV shows, nostalgia and pursuing the New, self-definition. It's muddled.
Scraps of it all:
Blood of a Poet, Jean Cocteau
Blood of a poet
Gordon Parks
Ruscha
I'm not against modernism or modern design. I am just anxious about too-clean table surfaces and blank white walls - the maintenance would madden me. Give me life, give me everything I love at my fingertips and disposal. And let me not mourn when I realize I've lost something in my own mess.
Scraps of it all:
Blood of a Poet, Jean Cocteau
Blood of a poet
Gordon Parks
Ruscha
I'm not against modernism or modern design. I am just anxious about too-clean table surfaces and blank white walls - the maintenance would madden me. Give me life, give me everything I love at my fingertips and disposal. And let me not mourn when I realize I've lost something in my own mess.