The Peace of Wild Things

By Wendell Berry

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

From The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry.

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Targets in Tijuana

Chris Bradley is a sculptor known for his assemblage sculptures in which he replicates things using other things. In this case, a palm tree is made out of cast bronze, paint, wood, aluminum, beer can, aqua resin, broom handle, pencil, tripod.

Targets in Tijuana. Chris Bradley. 2010/11

Targets in Tijuana. Chris Bradley. 2010/11


Maracas

Maracas. Peter Doig. 2004.

Maracas. Peter Doig. 2004.