crushing.

 sam wolfe connelly always seems to nail my emotional landscapes with his work. to me this piece speaks both of my recent & amazing ventures out into the woods of my state and the feeling of being absolutely buried.

bury me in time.

???

"I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you - especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly." -from jane eyre.

marina abramović



'harvest'
sam wolfe connelly



2 of swords.

winter & woe.

these new works by new york based sam wolfe connelly remind me of the splinter of space between autumn & winter, when the darkness quickens & i never want to leave the house. imbued with a searing melancholy, these beautiful works mine the depths of transitional despair and loss to reveal a sort of fantastical decay; crystal points grow like a fever in the overgrowth within houses and halo somber bodies.

sam is currently showing at spoke art in sf.
xo