"How do our lives ravel out into the no-wind, no-sound, the weary gestures wearily recapitulant: echoes of old compulsions with no-hand on no-strings: in sunset we fall into furious attitudes, dead gestures of dolls."

— William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying (via liquidnight)


Silence can be intimidating, sometimes provocative, sometimes a form of resistance because it dislocates. It also leaves an empty face to be filled and the spectators with the possibility of participating in imagining the space.

"We have triumphed over the plan to expel us from history."

— Mahmoud Darwish (via abastract)

Black Rage (sketch)


An old sketch of Black Rage, done in my living room. Strange, the course of things. Peace for MO.



"Our daily victims are:
between two and eight martyrs,
ten wounded,
twenty homes,
fifty olive trees,
and the structural destruction of the ode, the play
and the unfinished painting."

— Mahmoud Darwish, State of Seige (via lastuli)


Payam Mofidi

Dead Object series -2011/2012

First row: (Mixed media on paper - 100x70 cm)

Second row left: (Mixed media on paper - 100x70 cm)

Second row right; (Mixed media on paper - 100x70 cm)

Third row: (Mixed media on paper - 35x50 cm)

Last row left: (Mixed media on paper - 35x50 cm)

Last row right: (Mixed media on paper - 35x50 cm)


Douglas Gordon

Seeing these in light of the current situation in Gaza I cannot help but feel unsettled by an aesthetic that is dependent on the destruction of (the representation of) the human form. Beautiful, intriguing, thought provoking images… lest we forget what we are really looking at. 





(via commovente)