Sweet Seals For You, Always
i don't do bad sauce passes
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JBB: An Artblog!
shark vs the universe
oozey mess
DEAR READER
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Cosmic Funnies
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Peter Solarz
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Three Goblin Art
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@ambermcdonald
Class wars Sinaloa New York Text, Graffiti, Class Wars, Drug Wars, War On Drugs, Political, Political Street Art, Drug, Gang, Sinaloa, Wall, Wall - Building Feature, New York City, New York, Modern, No People, City Life, City, Architecture, Communication, Speak Up, Night by Amber McDonald on EyeEm
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Light responsive architecture
What will the future be like?
How does our interaction with smart devices affect us? What will the future be like when peoples sensory experience from a young age has included communicating to people through electronic devices how will our other senses be effected? How can we maintain balance?
what is the relationship between the virtual, the real and the imaginary?
When Autumn Came Faiz Ahmed Faiz, 1911 - 1984
This is the way that autumn came to the trees:it stripped them down to the skin, left their ebony bodies naked. It shook out their hearts, the yellow leaves, scattered them over the ground. Anyone could trample them out of shape undisturbed by a single moan of protest. The birds that herald dreams were exiled from their song, each voice torn out of its throat. They dropped into the dust even before the hunter strung his bow. Oh, God of May have mercy. Bless these withered bodies with the passion of your resurrection; make their dead veins flow with blood again. Give some tree the gift of green again. Let one bird sing.