spent fewer nights with the living than I do with the dead

icarus descending

<n>Self-Portraits</n>, 1932, by artist <n>Renée Sintenis</n>.

<n>Untitled</n> (1980), an <n>Arte Povera</n> installation by artist <n>Jannis Kounellis</n>.

A small clay sculpture by artist <n>Nino Liparteliani</n>.

<n>Testone</n>, a 2016 ceramic and porcelain sculpture by artist <n>Andrea Salvatori</n>.

*“They neglected to consider the power of memory, of desire that can outlive even the body. They had restored my past to me. In so doing they also restored my soul.”*

(Icarus Descending)

<n>The Birth of New Hero</n> (2008), a wood sculpture by Taiwanese sculptor <n>Tung Ming-Chin</n>.

Dark Gethsemane

*“‘If you learn to be brave, honest, and unselfish, then you will become a real girl.’”*

(Winterlong)

*“ONE TREMBLES TO THINK OF THAT MYSTERIOUS THING IN THE SOUL, WHICH SEEMS TO ACKNOWLEDGE NO HUMAN JURISDICTION BUT, IN SPITE OF THE INDIVIDUAL’S OWN INNOCENT SELF, WILL STILL DREAM HORRID DREAMS, AND MUTTER UNMENTIONABLE THOUGHTS.”*

(Aestival Tide)

*“I had already crossed over to the other side, and could only look back upon my own dreams as one would review a distant landscape from some unimaginably high lookout: as something lovely but detached from oneself, as though one did not breathe the same air they breathed down there, or sip the same passionately blue water.”*

(Icarus Descending)

*“I’d siphoned off their sicknesses and night terrors, inhaled phobias like giddy ethers that set me giggling for days afterward. But the big ones—those whose madnesses were as carefully cultivated as the brain chemicals that allowed me and others like me to tap in to them—they were immune. They clung to their madnesses with the fever of true addiction.”*

(Winterlong)

*“…and who could endure such a life, living constantly the nightmares and hallucinations of others day after day after day, and never waking from your own dreams?”*

(Winterlong)

*“‘I am all the daughters of my father’s house, And all the brothers too; and yet I know not.’”*

(Winterlong)

<n>Hone Redux</n>, a sculpture by <n>Emil Alzamora</n>.

*“Do not fear the dark, daughter,” he had said. “The night can never harm you, and anyhow, soon it will be time for us to wake.”*

(Icarus Descending)

*“They that have power to hurt and will do none, That do not do the thing they most do show, Who, moving others, are themselves as stone, Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow; They rightly do inherit heaven’s graces, And husband nature’s riches from expense; They are the lords and owners of their faces, Others but stewards of their excellence.”*

(Winterlong)

Michelle Dickson Uses Driftwood to Create Striking Self Portraits - Hi-Fructose Magazine

*“Even it if means people dying. Even if it means everyone dying—We can’t—let them—do this—to children.”*

(Icarus Descending)

*“Darkness cannot be put away, or cut back, or tamed. It is what Is: the last thing, the only thing.”*

(Icarus Descending)

*“I know nothing, I am a tabula rasa, a blank sheet of paper, an unhatched egg. I have not yet become a woman…”*

(Aestival Tide)

A hydrostone sculpture by artist <n>Daniel Arsham</n> from his <n>Fictional Archeology</n> series, 2015.

*“But I am not alone in seeing this—there are others, wiser and older than I am, who have seen into the future of our planet! They can read the skies as people once read books, and they have told me what is written there. A terrible secret, one that will irrevocably change our world. But some of us will be strong enough, wise enough, to learn from what is to come—and we will triumph! We will remake the world! We will bring about a true Final Ascension, one that will not thrive on slavery and barbaric despotism. One that will not be built on the bodies of slaves, human or otherwise.”*

(Icarus Descending)

*“Sometimes I can feel them working—the air is so calm, the wind dies unexpectedly, and for a moment the woods glow so bright, so deep, their shadows still and green; and it is there: the secret to be revealed, the magic to unfold, the story to begin.”*

(Winterlong)

*“In the ticking heat of that long afternoon I let my thoughts go free, so many hounds racing through the emptiness to capture whatever queer things they might find, and bring them back for me to save or destroy or cherish as I would.”*

(Icarus Descending)

*“I AM WITHIN HER, a cerebral shadow.”*

(Winterlong)

*“Let the stars*
*Plummet to their dark address,*
*Let the mercuric*
*Atoms that cripple drip*
*Into the terrible well.*
*You are the one*
*Solid the spaces lean on, envious.*
*You are the baby in the* *barn.”*

(Aestival Tide)

*“Even the Players seemed somewhat inflated, as if they all deigned to imagine one another wiser, lovelier, bolder, and braver than they really were; and by so dreaming had awakened to find it come true.”*

(Winterlong)