Nunc cognosco

Videmus nunc per speculum in aegnigmate

Ecce Homo

Earle Backen, 1960

Ecce Homo

Earle Backen, 1960

roomonfiredesign:

Brion Cemetery in San Vito d’Altivole near Treviso, Italy is considered Italian architect Carlo Scarpa’s most important and complex work. “I consider this work, if you permit me, to be rather good and one which will get better over time. I have tried to put some poetic imagination into it, though not in order to create poetic architecture but to make a certain kind of architecture that could emanate a sense of formal poetry. The place for the dead is a garden. I wanted to show some ways in which you could approach death in a social and civic way; and further what meaning there was in death, in the ephemerality of life other than these shoe-boxes.” 

(via insearchofanhonestman)

The Echternach Gospels 
Late 7th Century 

Evangelium secundum matthaeum

Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant in search of fine pearls; on finding one pearl of great value, he went and sold all that he had and bought it.

Stavropoleos Monastery, Bucharest, Romania

I opened the clock
and we searched for peace in its deep and private present.

“…I could not reach the music.
All the music told me
Was that I was a reject, belonged no longer
In the intact, creating, resounding realm
Where music poured. I was already a discard,
My momentum merely the inertias
Of what I had been, while I disintegrated.
I was already posthumous.”

—   from The Lodger Ted Hughes 
fuckyeahbrutalism:

Teijin Central Research Institute, Minamitama, Tokyo, Japan, 1964
(James Stewart Polshek)

The current of the flowing river does not cease, and yet the water is not the same water as before. The foam that floats on stagnant pools, now vanishing, now forming, never stays the same for long. So, too, it is with the people and dwellings of the world.

fuckyeahbrutalism:

Teijin Central Research Institute, Minamitama, Tokyo, Japan, 1964

(James Stewart Polshek)

The current of the flowing river does not cease, and yet the water is not the same water as before. The foam that floats on stagnant pools, now vanishing, now forming, never stays the same for long. So, too, it is with the people and dwellings of the world.

Relationship status:

buried in dust, waiting for the numbness of the week to set in. 

Self-Portrait of an Artist Who Cannot Draw.