Everything Nina Katchadourian does makes me think differently about the world. I’ve linked to sorted books before. I loved this today.

Missing her already: Pamela Bone, columnist for the Age, died last Saturday. She was the person I most want to be like when I grow up – courageous, passionate, honest, prophetic, and a beautiful writer. They’ve reprinted one of her columns in today’s paper.

… and a late addition that may not yet make sense: I love this line from Rothko’s entry on Wikipedia, “I am not an abstract painter. I am not interested in the relationship between form and color. The only thing I care about is the expression of man’s basic emotions: tragedy, ecstasy, destiny.” I wonder if that’s why so much of our worship seems like a vapid watercolour when it’s laid against the reality of life. we forget we’re working with the paint of tragedy, ecstasy and destiny…