A m o r s u s

antoinettemria//MariaAntoinette

[catmota]

Coxcomb

Georgia O'Keeffe

prints by this artist

[xxstargoddessxx]

Ernst Fuchs - Grove of the Daphne, 1971

[redlipstickresurrected]

Joan Fullerton (American, b. WY, USA, based Denver, CO, USA) - Finding Light. Mixed Media on Cradled Paper

[aizobnomragym]

Claude Monet

“Misty Morning on the Seine, Sunrise”

[wim-visscher]

wimvisscher:

Catalogue number Na00278 year autographed 2004 

Title : at night you go to the sun

artist Wim Visscher

Technique: oil on pannell  Afm. 122 x 1980 cm 

www.wimvisscher.nl

[dappledwithshadow]

Vincent van Gogh

[s0irenic]

ACROSS THE LINE

Francesca Gnagnarella

[oldladycallowaysghost]

“ “Magnolienmond”, by  Ranulf Streuff,2006 http://www.artrani.de/

[tryppi]

Beverly Salas

[amorsus]

I’ve never written

A good line

When I’m happy

That you’re mine

I wish I could

Express the way

Your love lifts me

Everyday

[thepowerwithin]

“The load on your shoulders today will be the ground that you walk on tomorrow.”

Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

[artist-klee]

Flower myth, 1918, Paul Klee

[mvaljean525]

“The world yearns. This is its sure gravity: the attraction of bodies. Earth for molten star. Moon for earth. A hand for the orb of a breast. This is its movement too: the motion of desire, of a longing toward.” 

—- Alison MacLeod, Wave Theory of Angels

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Graphic - Lia Melia 

[tryppi]

Alexandra Levasseur

[class-struggle-anarchism]

“Beauty is, in some way, boring. Even if its concept changes through the ages… a beautiful object must always follow certain rules. A beautiful nose shouldn’t be longer than that or shorter than that, on the contrary, an ugly nose can be as long as the one of Pinocchio, or as big as the trunk of an elephant, or like the beak of an eagle, and so ugliness is unpredictable, and offers an infinite range of possibility. Beauty is finite, ugliness is infinite like God.”

— Umberto Eco, On The History Of Ugliness  (via wordsnquotes)

[class-struggle-anarchism]

“You’re obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That’s the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world.”

Happy birthday Octave Mirbeau, born 16th of February 1848

[tryppi]

James Jean