Endo Noriko Swimming (edited)
Deanna Templeton : The swimming pool
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Deanna Templeton : The swimming pool
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Embroidery Arts: Lyrics from The Front Bottoms song Swimming Pool. I can’t find who did the embroidery. Anyone know?
A submerged car is ‘parked’ in a swimming pool by its drunken owner in Beverly Hills, California, May 4th, 1961.
Earthquake swimming pool waves
“There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I am sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: I’ll go take a hot bath. I mediate in the bath. The water needs to be very hot, so hot you can barely stand putting your foot in it. Then you lower yourself, inch by inch, til the water’s up to your neck. I remember the ceiling over every bathtub I’ve ever stretched out in. I remember the texture of the ceilings and the cracks and the colors and the damp spots and the light fixtures. I remember the tubs, too: the antique griffin-legged tubs overlooking water taps and the different sorts of soap holders. I never feel so much myself as when I’m in a hot bath. I lay in the tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near onto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don’t believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people must feel about holy water. I said to myself: Doreen is dissolving, Lenny Shepherd is dissolving, Frankie is dissolving, New York is dissolving, they are all dissolving away and none of them matter anymore. I don’t know them, I have never known them and I am very pure. All that liquor and those sticky kisses I saw and the dirt that settled on my skin on the way back is turning into something pure. The longer I lay there in the clear hot water the purer I felt, and when I stepped out at last and wrapped myself in one of the big, soft white hotel bath towels I felt pure and sweet as a new baby.”
- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you canβt go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.
Anish Kapoor now owns the exclusive rights to the world’s darkest material — a claim that, naturally, is pissing off other artists. The pigment is the very sexy Vantablack, known as the blackest black out there — much blacker than a panther swimming in a tarpit, the Ayam Cemami, or your wardrobe during your middle school goth phase. A substance developed by scientists at Surrey NanoSystems in 2014, Vantablack essentially absorbs all light — 99.965% of radiation, to be exact; even when painted on a textured and shiny surface such as aluminum, it creates an abyss free of creases that many have compared to a black hole.
Anish Kapoor Gets Exclusive Rights to the World’s Darkest Pigment
I have resigned myself to understand that I belong to no one and everyone. I am not a person swimming in a vast ocean, but the ocean itself, as others swim in me.
Swimming scène A Single man
