all hope is gone.

Daria ~ a failure . that's what i am .

[anarchy-of-thought]

Edie Campbell for T Magazine "Fashion’s Dark Side"

[anarchy-of-thought]

you've heard of the 5 love languages, now find out which colour best resembles the way you love! (results include compatibility!) my experiences are not universal and this quiz is not meant to be taken too seriously, please don't start discourse over it.

[anarchy-of-thought]

Memorial Chapel Callaway Garden Pine Mountain Georgia.

[anarchy-of-thought]

Illustrations by Aleksander Koszkin for Aleksey Tolstoy’s “Golden key - the adventures of Buratino”

[anarchy-of-thought]

BIll Viola: 'Tristan's Ascension'

Bill Viola is without doubt the most celebrated exponent of video art. For the first time, the Grand Palais will present a wide-ranging group of his works, including moving paintings and monumental installations from 1977 to today. Focusing on both intimate and universal experiences, the artist expresses his emotional and spiritual journey through great metaphysical themes -- life, death and transfiguration... An exhibition organized by the Réunion des musées nationaux - Grand Palais in collaboration with Bill Viola Studio.

Bill Viola - Fire Woman (2005)

[anarchy-of-thought]

Иоганн Гете «Ginkgo biloba» Этот листик был с Востока В сад мой скромный занесен, И для видящего ока Тайный смысл являет он. Существо ли здесь живое Разделилось пополам? Иль, напротив, сразу двое Предстают в единстве нам? И загадку и сомненья Разрешит мой стих один; Перечти мои творенья, Сам я — двойственно един.

Gingko Biloba (English)

In my garden’s care and favour

From the East this tree’s leaf shows

Secret sense for us to savour

And uplifts the one who knows.

Is it but one being single

Which as same itself divides?

Are there two which choose to mingle

So that each as one now hides?

As the answer to such question

I have found a sense that’s true:

Is it not my songs’ suggestion

That I’m one and also two?

[anarchy-of-thought]

Заново.

В связи с моим нестабильным состоянием и прочими головными болями я все реже посещаю свою отдушину здесь.. Изредка заглядывая обнаруживаю все новые изменения, обновления.. В основном не совсем мне понятные. Все больше контента попадает под “запрет публикации”. Сейчас же и без дальнейшего рассмотрения на наличие этого самого “запрещенного”. Естественно, что каждый пост проверяется ботами, и для них есть что-то вроде примет, по которым они вычисляют запрещенку. И самое обидное то, что я и не думаю выкладывать что-то подобное, как и множество других творческих людей, надеясь найти здесь приют, пристанище.. для таких, как мы. Но теперь я вижу, что здесь становится все так же небезопасно, как и везде. Переводить сейчас на родной тумблеру английский этот крик души у меня нет настроения. Ешьте так. 

[anarchy-of-thought]

Kim Keever “Miniature topographies inside 200-gallon fish tanks, based on traditional landscape paintings. Keever fills the tanks with water once he’s sculpted and placed the miniatures, and colored lights and pigments create dense, atmospheric environments. He views his works as an evolution of the landscape tradition and deliberately acknowledges the conceptual artifice.”

[anarchy-of-thought]

KIM KEEVER                                                                       American b. 1955

Kim Keever studied Engineering at Old Dominion University, Norfolk, VA and was briefly a thermal engineer working primarily on NASA projects. Keever changed career in the late 1970s to become a full time artist. Yet he has always drawn on his original vocation by retaining a scientific and investigative process in his work, while at the same time displaying an astute awareness of historical landscape art.

Keever's landscapes, that are at first glance redolent of the Hudson River School and the German Romantic painters, are actually detailed miniature scenes that he builds himself, places in a 200-gallon tank, submerges in water, and then photographs (as shown right). The landscape and the abstract images all have paint dispersing through the water adding a certain character to the constructed landscape in the tank and a high degree of randomness to the abstract images. More recently, Keever has been incorporating balloons to his strictly abstract photographs.

Kim Keever lives and works in New York City and his work is in numerous collections, including: the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York; Museum of Modern Art, New York; Brooklyn Museum of Art, Brooklyn; Hirshhorn Museum, Washington, DC; Virginia Museum of Fine Arts, Richmond, Virgina; Chrysler Museum, Norfolk, Virginia; Nassau County Museum of Fine Art, Roslyn, New York; Patterson Museum, Patterson, New Jersey; George Washington University Gallery, Washington DC; Nerman Museum of Contemporary Art, Kansas City, Missouri and Elgin Community College, Elgin, Illinois.

Upcoming exhibitions of Kim Keever’s work in the US include Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art, North Carolina Museum of Art, New Britain Museum of American Art in Connecticut, 2018, and Figge Museum in Davenport, Iowa. 2019. Keever’s work will be shown internationally at the Alfred Ehrhardt Foundation, Berlin, 2018; Kallmann-Museum Ismaning, Museum Haus Ludwig Saarlouis, Stadtgalerie Kiel, 2019; and Alfred Ehrhardt Stiftung in Berlin, 2020.

[anarchy-of-thought]

Comme des Garçons, 2000

[anarchy-of-thought]

Isabelle Adjani photographed by Michel Ristroph for “Ophélie”,1974

[anarchy-of-thought]

Google says that this place is in France, and I had no choice but to accept it. 

[anarchy-of-thought]

Madame Bovary, Claude Chabrol, 1991 Isabelle Huppert

[anarchy-of-thought]

St. Mary Lake, Glacier National Park, Montana, USA by Bryan Schutmaat

[anarchy-of-thought]

kristen owen by juergen teller 

именно это фото ассоциируется у меня с состоянием во время осени.. я чувствую себя семенем, окутанным чем-то обволакивающим.. прорастать совсем не хочется.. 

exactly this photo i associated with state during the fall.. i feel like a seed, shrouded something enveloping.. don’t want to germinate.. 

[anarchy-of-thought]

ph  Artem Thegreat

[anarchy-of-thought]

rain when i die..