I look up into the dark blue evening, through my own misting breath, and sigh. I listen to the humming up above us. “So what am I looking at?” “It’s a power line.” Says Joe Malone, my childhood friend, lost all these long, lonely years, and
“Hi, is Raquel there?” “I’d like to speak to Raquel.” “Could you put me through to Raquel, please?” “Yeah, I can hold while she finishes up on that call.” “Well, will she be back in tomorrow?” You were the only person I could ever talk
What do I think about when I look at this picture? Blue Poles. Hah. Get it? It’s famous, of course. But why do I know it? Fine Art’s one of those questions I avoid, not knowing enough to pass as knowledgeable, just keep my mouth
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Supposedly, and don’t quote me on this, there’s only two places in the world where the rocks are weird like this. I think the other one’s in Montana. Or Colorado. One of them; let’s face it, anything between here and California is just Y’Know, Out
Miranda Culverwell (b. 1987) All My Tears (#2) granite with clear acrylic 84.5cm. long 2021 €120,000-160,000 US$450,000-600,000 AUS$90,000-120,000 PROVENENCE: Purchased directly from the artist by Sororo Gallery, New York in October 2025, from whom purchased by the present owners in May 2031, and by descent.
The impact was only the start of it, apparently. The meteor hit somewhere just outside Prague, and everyone on earth felt it. That’s what my mates said, but I slept through it. They always said I was lazy, them and Molly, but I think recent