Corinne Catania
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Visual work, visual play, and the rest is chaos.
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10-Minute Challenge: An Artist in Greenland
10-Minute Challenge: An Artist in Greenland
We’d like you to look at one piece of art for 10 minutes, uninterrupted.
www.nytimes.com
January 6, 2026 at 4:40 AM
10-Minute Challenge: An Artist in Greenland
Only Lovers Left Alive, 2013.
dir. Jim Jarmusch
dir. Jim Jarmusch
December 18, 2025 at 5:00 AM
Only Lovers Left Alive, 2013.
dir. Jim Jarmusch
dir. Jim Jarmusch
“I wander … because I do not really belong anywhere.” -Daidō Moriyama
November 20, 2025 at 5:23 AM
“I wander … because I do not really belong anywhere.” -Daidō Moriyama
Jim Morrison, Joel Brodsky,1967
October 28, 2025 at 3:53 AM
Jim Morrison, Joel Brodsky,1967
A porcelain visage and countless
shining eyes, unobstructed,
before the harvest,
a saline gift for
one who begged
for the heat-soaked,
pounding crash
of veritas,
to tear the dark
and scorch the night
with fire.
shining eyes, unobstructed,
before the harvest,
a saline gift for
one who begged
for the heat-soaked,
pounding crash
of veritas,
to tear the dark
and scorch the night
with fire.
October 6, 2025 at 9:42 AM
A porcelain visage and countless
shining eyes, unobstructed,
before the harvest,
a saline gift for
one who begged
for the heat-soaked,
pounding crash
of veritas,
to tear the dark
and scorch the night
with fire.
shining eyes, unobstructed,
before the harvest,
a saline gift for
one who begged
for the heat-soaked,
pounding crash
of veritas,
to tear the dark
and scorch the night
with fire.
Espresso is better than drip coffee because trauma
September 27, 2025 at 2:21 AM
Espresso is better than drip coffee because trauma
O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000)
September 21, 2025 at 3:30 AM
O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000)
Why are the pistachios at the bottom of the bag always little rotten ones?
September 8, 2025 at 11:59 PM
Why are the pistachios at the bottom of the bag always little rotten ones?
Last Call, 2025.
I stopped watering dead plants. Whose roots had no use for water,
yet when it ceased, they bristled,
as if my absence,
not their decay,
was the crime.
I stopped watering dead plants. Whose roots had no use for water,
yet when it ceased, they bristled,
as if my absence,
not their decay,
was the crime.
August 10, 2025 at 4:45 PM
Last Call, 2025.
I stopped watering dead plants. Whose roots had no use for water,
yet when it ceased, they bristled,
as if my absence,
not their decay,
was the crime.
I stopped watering dead plants. Whose roots had no use for water,
yet when it ceased, they bristled,
as if my absence,
not their decay,
was the crime.
Love poetry.
Adore abstraction.
Worship lesbians.
Still can’t finish Tender Buttons.
Adore abstraction.
Worship lesbians.
Still can’t finish Tender Buttons.
August 1, 2025 at 2:56 AM
Love poetry.
Adore abstraction.
Worship lesbians.
Still can’t finish Tender Buttons.
Adore abstraction.
Worship lesbians.
Still can’t finish Tender Buttons.
The plural of trapezius is trapezii
a framed painting of a man 's hand with a gold frame
ALT: a framed painting of a man 's hand with a gold frame
media.tenor.com
July 28, 2025 at 2:27 AM
The plural of trapezius is trapezii
Elegy for the Foot
The heel martyrs
Ten little piggies
Sacrificed on a bed of leather.
Red, raw, and swollen;
Some bend,
Some bleed,
Some break,
But the sole pays the price.
#myfeethurt
The heel martyrs
Ten little piggies
Sacrificed on a bed of leather.
Red, raw, and swollen;
Some bend,
Some bleed,
Some break,
But the sole pays the price.
#myfeethurt
June 28, 2025 at 6:15 AM
Elegy for the Foot
The heel martyrs
Ten little piggies
Sacrificed on a bed of leather.
Red, raw, and swollen;
Some bend,
Some bleed,
Some break,
But the sole pays the price.
#myfeethurt
The heel martyrs
Ten little piggies
Sacrificed on a bed of leather.
Red, raw, and swollen;
Some bend,
Some bleed,
Some break,
But the sole pays the price.
#myfeethurt
The mustache whispering yes like it’s sponsored by herbal essence
June 17, 2025 at 6:03 AM
The mustache whispering yes like it’s sponsored by herbal essence
I own more cameras than shoes
May 30, 2025 at 4:45 AM
I own more cameras than shoes
Living Sculpture, 2025.
May 9, 2025 at 1:45 AM
Living Sculpture, 2025.
The every man, 2025.
May 4, 2025 at 12:00 AM
The every man, 2025.
Grand Prismatic Spring, Yellowstone. #35mm #expiredfilm
April 25, 2025 at 12:25 AM
Grand Prismatic Spring, Yellowstone. #35mm #expiredfilm
Barbarella (1968) dir. Roger Vadim
April 20, 2025 at 12:50 AM
Barbarella (1968) dir. Roger Vadim
"All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap…
April 18, 2025 at 4:48 AM
"All of us who do creative work, we get into it because we have good taste. But there is this gap…
A foggy morning in the badlands on expired 35mm
April 16, 2025 at 5:03 AM
A foggy morning in the badlands on expired 35mm
Dry seas of sand, stretching endless,
Demands death and grants life.
Brutal breath entwines with struggling beauty—
Survival’s testament.
Souls in soil, whose spirits walk it,
Etched in vastness, tall and silent,
Saguaro, enduring.
Demands death and grants life.
Brutal breath entwines with struggling beauty—
Survival’s testament.
Souls in soil, whose spirits walk it,
Etched in vastness, tall and silent,
Saguaro, enduring.
April 8, 2025 at 5:39 AM
Dry seas of sand, stretching endless,
Demands death and grants life.
Brutal breath entwines with struggling beauty—
Survival’s testament.
Souls in soil, whose spirits walk it,
Etched in vastness, tall and silent,
Saguaro, enduring.
Demands death and grants life.
Brutal breath entwines with struggling beauty—
Survival’s testament.
Souls in soil, whose spirits walk it,
Etched in vastness, tall and silent,
Saguaro, enduring.
