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How Can Black People Write About Flowers at a Time Like This By HANIF ABDURRAQIB dear reader, with our heels digging into the good mud at a swamp’s edge, you might tell me something about the dandelion & how it is not a flower itself but a plant made up of several small flowers at its crown & lord knows I have been called by what I look like more than I have been called by what I actually am & I wish to return the favor for the purpose of this exercise. which, too, is an attempt at fashioning something pretty out of seeds refusing to make anything worthwhile of their burial. size me up & skip whatever semantics arrive to the tongue first. say: that boy he look like a hollowed-out grandfather clock. he look like a million-dollar god with a two-cent heaven. like all it takes is one kiss & before morning, you could scatter his whole mind across a field.

Just a little thing, but it's really quite special.

One thing I've noticed about this piece (that I may never have noticed otherwise, is how much care he puts into the texture of his fabrics. There's so much going on in them that really comes to the forefront when you're trying to recreate it in a study of his work!

One thing I've really appreciated in trying to teach myself a little in the way of the creation of art is how it informs your appreciation of it. Take an artist I've been looking at a lot in my own practice, Ivan Bilibin.

Mythological paintings by Indian artist Raja Ravi Varma.

Abstract art by Belgian-French poet and painter Henri Michaux.

Abstract art by Bahraini artist Rashid Al Khalifa.

I'm so tired lately, grad school has been really taking it out of me. No posts until Saturday.