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Today’s reading: The Dance of Shiva
“In the night of Brahma, nature is inert, and cannot dance till Shiva wills it: He rises from his rapture, and dancing sends through inert matter pulsing waves of awakening sound, and matter also dances appearing as a glory round about him. Dancing, he sustains its manifold phenomena. In the fulness of time, still dancing, he destroys all forms and names by fire and gives new rest. This is poetry; but none the less, science.”

Coomaraswamy, Ananda, “The Dance of Shiva; fourteen Indian Essays”, 1970, Munshiram Manoharlal Publishers, New Dehli.
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scott’s roses
just because yesterday was nothing but another day
painted by Scott Campbell
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African scarification
Thanks to Lyna Ahanda (of Lurve Magazine) for the link!
The exciting thing about all this is that as it is new it is old and as it is old it is new, but now we have come to be in our way which is an entirely different way.
–Gertrude Stein
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Every time
Every time I come home I stand in the doorway and say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
When I go to bed and pull the covers open, I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
Every time I get out of bed I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.
Every time I leave my home, I say, “It’s time for a monster to eat me now.” Then it does.

Illustration appears in the May 1957 issue of Sexology: Sex Science Illustrated Volume 23 Number 10.Text was written by Sam Pink.
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A TASTE OF ISABELLA BEETON’S AMAZING BOOK OF NEEDLEWORK
Images extracted from Project Gutenberg’s Beeton’s Book of Needlework, by Isabella Beeton
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Hits Of Sunshine


Today I said goodbye to my conflicted goddess
Her lush eyes show surprise
At how we could gather knowledge
The painting has a dream
Where shadow breaks the scene
And the colors run off
Blue is bashful, green is my goal
Yellow girls are running backward
Until the next time, with six hits of sunshine
The lights will blind us with blues in haiku
The shadow has a dream
Where painters look to sea
And colors burn out
Now I know where I once saw you
Stepping into muddy water
John’s reflection decried perfection
Now you walk him through the garden
Waiting in the wings
Painters shade their dreams
With falling colors
See me wave goodbye forever
Happiness the goddess lover
Hurry back remember last time
The hits of sunshine, the hits of goldmine
I’ll see you back tonight
Where painters love the light
And yellow shadow girls
Today I say goodbye to my complicious goddess
Her hushed eyes show surprise
At how we captured knowledge
I’ll see you back tonight
Where shadows dream of light
Let’s slip on outside
Sonic Youth – Hits of Sunshine (For Allen Ginsberg) appears on the album A Thousand Leaves.
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Vera von Lehndorff: I was always being different types of women. I copied Ursula Andress, Brigitte Bardot, Greta Garbo. Then I got bored so I painted myself as an animal.
I have this old issue of ZOOM magazine from the 80′s and they are featuring a big portfolio of pictures of Veruschka. I have always loved that woman, and recently, someone reminded me of her existence, which made me think I could write a post about her on here.
Veruschka was the world’s first supermodel, a playmate of Hollywood stars and a pioneer in the art of body painting.
Veruschka was born in 1939 in East Prussia as Vera Gottliebe Anna Gräfin von Lehndorff-Steinort. For a short time, she enjoyed a wealthy lifestyle residing in East Prussia in a large house on an enormous estate that had been in her family for centuries. Her father was a German count and army reserve officer who became a key member of the German Resistance. When Veruschka was five years old, Heinrich Graf von Lehndorff-Steinort was executed for attempting to assassinate Adolf Hitler in the July 20 Plot. After his death, the remaining family members spent their times in labor camps until the end of World War II. By the end of the war, her family was left homeless.
She studied art in Hamburg and then moved to Florence, where she was discovered at age 20 by the photographer Ugo Mulas and became a full-time model. Back then tall models were not considered desirable in Paris, but there she met Eileen Ford, head of the prestigious Ford Modeling Agency. In 1961, she moved to New York City, but she did not score any bookings. To stand out, she returned to Munich and told people that she was really from Russia and changed her name to create a mysterious persona, which earned her many bookings. She had also garnered attention when she made a brief five minute appearance in the 1966 cult film Blow Up by Michelangelo Antonioni.
In the same year, she did her first shoot wearing nothing but body paint, which she would continue to do for years. She once worked with Salvador Dalí and photographer Peter Beard, who took her to Kenya, where she painted herself with black shoe polish to resemble surreal plants and animals in an attempt to “go native”.
In 1975, she departed from the fashion industry due to disagreements with Grace Mirabella, the newly appointed editor-in-chief of Vogue, who wanted to change her image to make it more approachable to average women. In 1985, she entered the art world, putting on a body-painting show in Tribeca; on her naked body, she was painted with different outfits transforming her into wild animals and several archetypes, such as film stars, dandies, gangsters, and dirty old men. Occasionally, she still appears on catwalks.
Videos:
Veruschka in Blow Up
Veruschka in Africa with Peter Beard
























































