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Nathaniel Parker Raymond
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Eliot, Maine
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self no. 9.
Typewriter, stamp on found photograph, 3.5" x 3.5"
Found vintage photograph, washed-out image of a deer in the foreground, trees in the background. The words "BRIGHT OBJECT" are stamped over the image. Back of found photograph, typewriter text reading: A stolen aloneness, a tiny shard of light below the shelves buried behind dust and debris. Thinking it a bright object, reach in only to find an untouchable glow. Leaves burned black by life, time, rot, somehow centered on a stepping stone mostly overgrown by green grass. Pick them up, brittle, wonder what hands placed them there. I will be alright, or so says a song, the stinging sound of artifice around an honesty it- self.
September 11, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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Just released a new EP, "1,4,3". Still don't know the genre. Still just having fun with computer. foldedstone.bandcamp.com/album/143
Cover art for 1,4,3 EP. Orange-red (or red-orange?) scribbles on a textured black background with the text "1,4,3" in the top right corner
May 15, 2025 at 12:27 PM
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Stuff sure does end up places, doesn't it
Shoe in a parking lot Spoon on the ground at the edge of a parking lot Paper bag in the shrubs at the edge of a parking lot, text handwritten on bag reads "1 black basil"
April 20, 2025 at 2:36 PM
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Born #onthisday in 1840, the French symbolist artist Odilon Redon. Known for his surreal and often haunting imagery, some of his most stunning works are his illustrations for Flaubert's failed masterpiece Temptation of St Anthony: publicdomainreview.org/essay/t... #OTD
April 20, 2025 at 11:46 AM
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This won't stop at immigrants. They want to surveil and track everyone in America.

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April 18, 2025 at 10:05 PM
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The lanternS are shining
April 19, 2025 at 3:51 AM
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Suddenly
A small leaf is partially furled after emerging from the needles and bark on the forest floor
April 19, 2025 at 4:09 PM
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Sunhunter
Oblina lying in the sun below a coffee table with books and a bookmark on it.
April 17, 2025 at 2:05 PM
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The other EP is "Church Family Musical Feb 21, 82." Uses a lot of samples from a home recorded cassette of, yup, a church family musical. Cassette provided by the inimitable @lostcoastme.bsky.social
foldedstone.bandcamp.com/album/church...
Cover art for "Church Family Musical Feb 21, 82." A scan of the cassette J-card for a home recording. Handwritten in pencil on the spine is the title of the recording and the album.
April 14, 2025 at 11:00 AM
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I just put out a couple of EPs. "86" is one of them. Four tracks of some kind of electronic music. Any good genre names welcome.
foldedstone.bandcamp.com/album/86
Album art for "86" by Folded Stone. A stone carving of a hand on a rough stone pedestal with yellow scribbles overlaid.
April 14, 2025 at 10:53 AM
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Observations on Public Land, Parcel 61-12. 19 MAR 2025
#writing #nature #observation
Index card on leaves and pine needles next to a twelve-gauge shotgun shell. Typewritten on card, the text: "A downy feather clings to the fine red line of a sapling. A twelve-gauge shotgun shell beneath broken branches. Bearing more broken bricks, I weave between the casualties of heavy winds, walk once again the spine of a young broken oak. With numb hands I add to my wall between various nothings."
April 8, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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Things I've been writing on and mailing away. Short story? prose poem? (I never know what to call this stuff) on found photograph.
Back of photograph on white background, with typewriter text that reads: "I discovered settled on a metal ruler a moth as I was tearing unfolded paper to write on to send to you. I blew gently to see if it would move. Its wings flickered as the wind picked up outside. The leaves sound drier. Fall is folding itself into the afternoons of still-summer days." Front of found photograph on white background. Photograph is a blurry scene of a river with bare trees on either shore, a few small sparse weeds in the foreground.
April 5, 2025 at 5:40 PM
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Observations on Public Land, Parcel 61-12. 18 MAR 2025
An index card lying on the forest floor. Typewritten on the card is text reading: "Not porcelain but a piece of shell, pearl white against brown leaves. Not glass treasure but tiny plastic vodka trash, caked with dirt, filled with dirt, filled with moss. Toss it back towards the path, hope to remember it later. A bluejay calls alarm. Calls alarm again. Quiets. Frame of an old metal can, a rusted out ribcage gathering leaves. This place, beautiful though it is, seems to weep refuse."
April 5, 2025 at 5:20 PM
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Observations on Public Land, Parcel 61-12. 17 MAR 2025
An index card lying on the forest floor. Typewritten on the card, the text: "Furrows and div ets mar the topsoil, as though something came through digging. Hunting. Scraping. Searching. For some reason, I gather bits of brick and stack them in a tiny wall around an older pine. Then stand and watch the circles blooming on the water. Brown, tan, deep clay. A hole below a knot in a twin tree trunk, a dark door to somewhere. The circles overlap, dissolve, emerge anew."
March 29, 2025 at 1:02 PM
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Porch Palimpsest project continues slowly. Here is 26 Nov 2024. Typewritten, scanned, xylene transferred to a panel (the same panel, again and again), 16" x 16".
A white panel is placed on gravel and ice. It has typewritten text that reads: "26 NOV 2024 The sun paints pink one side of the white house across the street, the shadows turning nearly green. A rainbow leans against the blue gray sky. Ash purple clouds drift behind the bare trees as geese call out from somewhere unseen. Everything glows orange, everything glows pink. Cold rain drips a dozen rhythms from dark branches."
March 28, 2025 at 12:33 PM
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Lately, I've been spending time on Public Land. Parcel 61-12. I've been recording my observations. Here is one from March 16.
An index card lying on the forest floor. Written in typewriter is the text "61-12 XX.XX4808, -XX.XX6830 16 MAR 2025 #1. The squirrel's body is gone. Just a lining of faint fur pressed to the dirt. I pull from the dark soil a piece of porcelain printed with fine flowers. There was a single tooth, too. I left it in the leaves, carried back a shard of bark to sit with the porcelain on the half-empty table. Near photos, notes, red tape."
March 28, 2025 at 12:24 AM
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I found some round things on the ground in the cold wet woods.
Puffball fungus among leaves and branches on the wet forest floor. Round pincushion moss among leaves and bits of ice on the forest floor.
March 25, 2025 at 12:06 AM
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"Lately, I've Been Thinking," number four. Half-thoughts obfuscated by technology and manual tedium. Bless the crafty ladies who put tutorial videos on the internet. This piece will be up IRL at Buoy in Kittery for ArtPM.
Glass tiles and grout on panel, 16" x 16"
A QR code made from glass tiles and grout on panel, placed on sand and gravel. Detail photo of poorly cleaned grout on top of black and white glass tiles.
March 21, 2025 at 5:53 PM
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I've been writing stories on old things and mailing them away. I love the print on some of these old postcards.
Message side of the postcard with typewriter text reading: Beetles cover the porch, scurrying. The line of things seems to extend long into the night. A distant machine hums deeply, moving beneath the click of the cooling engine. In time it dies, leaving the soft patter of rain and insects colliding with the light. No passing headlights illuminate the road. Mosquitos hum and dance in the hot air as it presses down from the starless gray above. As though the viscous heat and the sky itself have conspired to cast clouds like closing curtains, shrouding any window of relief from the weight of this ponderous summer night. I will go inside, but not just yet. Image side of the postcard, vintage print depicting the crater at Lassen Peak.
March 20, 2025 at 12:51 PM
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Oblina keeps some toes in the sun. Something maybe we should all do more.
Oblina, a gray tabby cat, curled up in corner of couch with toes stretched to the sun.
March 19, 2025 at 2:01 PM
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1 year of writing, 1 week of risograph printing, 2ish months of hand-binding to make this small edition of hardcover books. "How to Fight No One" - 20 prose poems in the imperative, a critique of the grammatical mood of the mansplainer. Available on my website or via DM.
Cover of "How to Fight No One" lying on dead grass. Internal pages of "How to Fight No One" against snow and dead grass, showing portion of "Instructions for walking, conflating." Back cover of "How to Fight No One" on dead grass, showing hand numbering. Internal pages of "How to Fight No One" against snow and dead grass, showing blue monochrome photograph collage of grass and flowers.
March 15, 2025 at 4:13 PM
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"Self-Portrait of Artist Trying to Figure Out How to Create a Selfless-Portrait." This piece has at least 5 other iterations under/inside it—artwork as a record of itself, a kind of feedback loop. Endless happy accidents.
Acrylic, marker, spray paint on panel, 16" x 16"
Panel with drawing/painting of distorted eyeless face obscured by white band across top. Detail of panel with drawing/painting of distorted eyeless face, focusing on teeth-ish region. Detail of panel with drawing/painting of distorted eyeless face, focusing on white band obscuring portion of face-ish thing. Detail of panel with drawing/painting of distorted eyeless face, focusing on texture in bottom right corner.
February 22, 2025 at 6:14 PM
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Piece for a friend. From a heavy conversation about life, friends lost, bridges burnt, the constant horror of most everything.
Ink, spraypaint, acrylic on panel, 16" x 16"
Work on panel, a dark figure folded up in a mess of debris. Detail of work on panel, a dark figure folded up in a mess of debris.
February 11, 2025 at 10:45 PM
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Oblina and Celan on a snowy day.
"the path through the men- / shaped snow, / the penitent's snow, to / the hospitable / glacier-parlors and -tables."
February 9, 2025 at 2:31 PM
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This song still absolutely rips. All these children reviving 90s stuff - is anyone doing DnB that samples punk/hardcore?
hive.bandcamp.com/track/ultras...
Ultrasonic Sound, by Hive
from the album Devious Methods
hive.bandcamp.com
February 7, 2025 at 4:27 PM