So, I’ve started this new thing of incorporating texts into my paintings and basically using them as an art journal, writing down my thoughts, ideas and such. I’m allowing the words to mix and merge with other patterns and elements of painting so they are not really legible. But in case you’re curious what it says on the image here is the text:
He wore black on black.
Black on black never as a fashion statement. Black on black but never a minimalist. Black on black but not emo.
Black on black but not as a shield, not for protection. Black on black as a source of personal power, as owning his messy, complex, raw self. Black on black as raw power focused and channeled into something constructive.
Black on black as there are no other options. Black on black as Lilith, dark side of the Moon and owning his rage. Black on black as self-mastery.
Black as black ink, incaustum nigrum. Black on black as being fiercely independent. Black on black as being to Hell and back several times and surviving. Black on black as being his own savior.
Positively Present
Stevie and Fleet got 365 days to respond. Take ya time on this one cuz damn this is good.
Svabhu Kohli
pink in the night
Back in 2003, Druyan reflected on her nearly 20-year relationship with Sagan for The Skeptical Inquirer. The couple met at screenwriter Nora Ephron’s home in New York City in 1974, and were married from 1981 until his death from pneumonia 15 years later.
No matter what you do — or don’t — believe about the afterlife, Druyan’s note is irrefutably one of the most poignant letters ever written about the special peculiarity of love. Here’s an excerpt via Goodreads — but fair warning, get the tissues ready:
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me — it still sometimes happens — and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again.
Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting.
Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful…
The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”
In writing this moving tribute for her husband, Druyan’s words perfectly captures why Sagan remains so beloved to this day.
“There is something in his delivery that communicates his genuine enthusiasm and awe for the universe and for science, and that just cuts straight to my heart,” Columbia University astrophysicist Summer Ash tells Inverse. “That letter is something I always try to keep in mind when interacting with students and kids. I want to do everything in my power to fan the flames for future thinkers behind me.”
Happy 83rd, Carl Sagan. From all of us here on the Pale Blue Dot, ad astra.
Source: Inverse