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Zsolt Bodoni (Romanian, b. 1975), Olympia, 2011. Oil and acrylic on canvas, 100 x 60 cm.

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roots

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I regret everything.

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Mark Flood, “Feel It” 2011 and “Fuck It” 2011 acrylic on canvas, 48″ x 36″

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“This world hurts my head with its answers. I would burn if I had a choice.”

— Rumi, from Answers (via violentwavesofemotion)

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— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.

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“I, too, feel the need to reread the books I have already read,“ a third reader says, “but at every rereading I seem to be reading a new book, for the first time. Is it I who keep changing and seeing new things of which I was not previously aware? Or is reading a construction that assumes form, assembling a great number of variables, and therefore something that cannot be repeated twice according to the same pattern? Every time I seek to relive the emotion of a previous reading, I experience different and unexpected impressions, and do not find again those of before. At certain moments it seems to me that between one reading and the next there is a progression: in the sense, for example, of penetrating further into the spirit of the text, or of increasing my critical detachment. At other moments, on the contrary, I seem to retain the memory of the readings of a single book one next to another, enthusiastic or cold or hostile, scattered in time without a perspective, without a thread that ties them together. The conclusion I have reached is that reading is an operation without object; or that its true object is itself. The book is an accessory aid, or even a pretext.”

— Italo Calvino, If on a Winter’s Night a Traveler

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James Baldwin.

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SEAN MUNDY / “CYCLES” / 2020

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