“I call for you cultivation of strength in the dark.
Dark gardening
in the vertigo cold.
in the hot paralysis.
Under the wolves and coyotes of particular silences.
Where it is dry.
Where it is dry.
I call for you
cultivation of victory Over
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Sore throat. Since last week, after people leaving this pulsating space. Fire in the root of the tongue. One tonsil subdued, muted, shrunken, the other enlarged, high spirited, ripe for the great swelling. But nothing new about all that. Everything
I’ve noticed that Blues made a rare appearance on my table recently. Blues that beckon, but not the soft ones, not the kind seen through clouds. “The blues is an art of ambiguity, an assertion of the irrepressibly human over all circums
New openings available! @alexcastroferreira7770 And via bio
I’ve always believed it is good and possible to live in weighty realities while living from within fantastical dreams. In fact, it is a dream onto itself.
Last week I taught my last workshop of 2025. *Subscribe* to my newsletter through orlyavineri.com (or via bio) to receive information about my upcoming workshops and retreats in 2026. Registration is open for ‘Minimalism in Mixed Media&rsqu
Sediments of Time *New* on substack this morning. Passport spread made by Michelle @holddear 🤎
Vincent van Gogh — ‘The more I think it over, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.’
“What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.” -Gabriel Garcia Marquez Passport to Journal - Day 3 Salem, Oregon
. . Today, in just a few hours they will come. It will be the first day of ‘Passport to Journal’ and my last workshop of the year. It will take place at my favorite place, my home. Then we’ll rest a bit. Hibernate until January
. . On Substack this morning.. Just Me and My Older Brother. About episodes of profound closeness and the stretches of time and long distances between them.
. . This magnificent boy, man, historian. He was 3 then, and today, 11.11.25, he turns 30. At 7:20 a.m. This love. Nothing like it. The most divine there is. Blessed with my son Ilan, also known in the family as ‘He who wrestles with God
The first two images are of one old passport (before 1948). I turned it into a visual journal/altar a good few years ago. I looked for it so hard and finally found it raw and magnificent, waiting for my visitation, touch, devotion, and care. So ma
Emotion runs deep, wild, and forth, like an all too known burden, while the regulation of it always lags behind. Just like a familiar process of making, of making sense, of sorting out, of simplifying.
“I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.”  - Georgia O’Keeffe
Two spots have opened up 🤗❣️ Come be with us, with @alexcastroferreira7770 and me, in Passport To Journal, in Romania next year. Link in my bio orlyavineri.com/workshops