As time went on I very gradually recognized that “truth” in general and in art specifically is not an X, not an always imperfectly known but immovable quantity, but that this quantity is constantly moving in slow motion. It suddenly looked to me like a slowly moving snail that scarcely seems to leave the spot, and draws behind it a slimy trail to which shortsighted souls remain glued… This movement of truth is very complicated: the untrue becomes true, the true untrue, some parts fall away like the shell of a nut, time smoothes this shell; for this reason some people mistake the shell for the nut and bestow on the shell the life of the nut; many wrestle over this shell, and the nut rolls on.
Kandinsky, 1913, from Reminisces
On the facade of an elementary school, 1970, Connecticut
Amazing 70s kitchen wallpaper, estate sale trumbull ct
Iceland. Cut-paper window shade / decoration. Deconstructed snowflakes as privacy! Must look great at night.
Spines of journals, taken in a used bookshop in lovely Reykjavík, Iceland
Nordic Sami (Saami) people in Sapmi (Lapland) in front of two Lavvo Tents. The Sami people in the photo are Nomads. Granbergs Nya Aktiebolag.
the image and the representation of the image