PH3 THE BLOG
PH3 is ongoing web media from www.phosphenemagazine.com. Individual posts are curated by the editor Persephone, all artwork property of Phosphene unless otherwise noted.
the illusion of specialness hung heavy on my shoulders
in those times
one womans car crash and anothers suicide
men lurk round to scavenge what they can
what of the car crash of my life?
if you can find what’s weak, who’s to stop you from exploiting it?
as if approval be the only path to greatness
what’s to take on endeavors aside from being a paper doll?
only to be manipulated by the new puppeteers
makes sense as to why I keep my home on my back
lots to be said about spring cleaning
there’s deliberation in hibernation
if my coffin acts as chrysalis
then let the wood be gossamer
let the iron wrought nails be my six of swords
from the mantle we can build up
first things first, you must play the fool
once you’ve got a handle on that its already time to move on
wounds aren’t want to heal
if its the snake that licks the hurt
what it comes down to is friendship
i played my part, you forgot to help the lead
fragments of broken ego wash ashore
the tide pulls them back, over, and under again
an innocent bystander of life
can only watch in horror, can never hope to collect what’s shattered
if you’re an expert on insanity, it’d serve you well to be insane yourself
stop smiling at me cat, i cant smile back
we can go on when we’re alone
but when he comes home
you’re on your own
shrugs
instead of listening you spent your time thinking of what to say next
I’m not sure you’ve heard a word I’ve said
thank you for the reminder
now I know I’m not special
“I just realized recently that my writing and the quotes I post on my art is often misinterpreted- I am not some tortured soul and I do not reference the actions of my life in my work- rather my work stems from a spiritual place that I often arrive at through acts of meditation and observation of the cycles of samsara and the suffering that the ego can cause- the work I am making is sometimes dark because it is reflecting the tragedy that is the human condition- but there is a hope in realizing that tragedy and breaking free of the ego. I paint women because i am painting how I feel and I paint them with wild birds and things coming out of them because I am trying to reference the truth of breaking free of the imaginary barriers we set upon ourselves. There is nothing more beautiful than pure mindfulness, in being here now and recognizing that we are all connected. It’s a state of mind that has been difficult for me to attain without the aid of meditation and art and writing. My work isn’t about being what others perceive as a good artist, it’s more of a practice to heal myself from my own darkness. Healing is really my main focus in my life especially because I have severe health issues that I have had to spiritually understand- I believe that our ailments are assignments, and it’s important to view them as gifts as they are often a way to help us see what truly matters in this life. My art is sometimes terrible sometimes nice but it doesn’t matter because for me it’s the way that I heal myself, it’s not intended for the approval of other people- and when someone else understands it I do feel joy because it’s always joyful to be understood when contemplating things like mortality and the ephemeral beauty of this life.”- Contributor Mika Jones
› Neil Gaiman Addresses the University of the Arts Class of 2012
John Byam Liston Shaw- The Woman, the Man and the Serpent
Here we observe the classic fairy tale of Adam and Eve. What I love about this painting, is the woman in her full glory, exalted, and seemingly connected to the nature around her. While man stands behind her fists clenched with a worrisome expression. It’s a metaphor for life, shown in an unlikely way.
what is true?
The beautiful, Emily Rosser, by Lauren Crew
Inspiral by Munira Hamzah
In his second year of neuroscience grad school, Greg Dunn was moonlighting with a different kind of experiment: blowing ink across pieces of paper. The neuron-like pattern it formed was instantly recognizable to him as a neuroscientist. “Ink spreads because it wants to go in the direction of less resistance, and that’s probably also the case of when branches grow or neurons grow,” he says. “The reason the technique works really well is because it’s directly related to how neurons are actually behaving.”
Dunn calls this the “fractal solution to the universe,” which he sees as the “fundamental beauty of nature.” He’s fascinated that this branching pattern holds true across orders of magnitude, whether that’s nanometers for neurons, centimeters for ink, or meters for a tree branch.
Since graduating with his PhD last fall, Dunn has continued to spend his days with neurons—big, golden ones ten thousand times the size of neurons in your brain. The former University of Pennsylvania grad student now creates paintings of neurons for a living.
(Source: modernate)
‘Oxygen’ Kate Tynan
My pictures tell of my freedom of soul, of my emancipation from fear.
Anne W. Brigman
you’re supposed to be happy