the inner thoughts of an asylum patient
I’m making a shitty shirt and it’s not done yet but
Robert Bresson, Anne Wiazemsky in Au Hasard Balthazar, 1966
The hauntingly beautiful work of self taught artist and embroiderer, Mr. Finch. This is a man I could get along with..
"Mr. Finch is part hunter, part gatherer and fully genius. Obsessed with the rolling hills and mossy woods near his home in Yorkshire, Finch goes gathering for inspiration. “Flowers, insects and birds really fascinate me with their amazing life cycles and extraordinary nests and behaviour,” says the artist. He then goes hunting for vintage textiles—velvet curtains from an old hotel, a threadbare wedding dress or a vintage apron—and transforms them into all sorts of beasts and toadstools. The aged feel creates a sense of authenticity, or mystery; as if each piece has an incredible story to tell." sourced from hired-NEWs
L’avventura (1960), La notte (1961), L’eclisse (1962) | Michelangelo Antonioni