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Utopia rather than dystopia please, lets fantasise or even make real of the utopia...
Vitaly Makarov (Russian b. 1971), Fresh, 2020, Oil on canvas
For a while, I have been stuck in creating but today my friend and I came up with an idea - Gratitude Groupies - a collection of notes in s huge vase or jar (this picture isn't fully the final too, just wanted to experiment on a brief, kind of...) that says what they are grateful for and if we get loads of them make it into a gratitude prayer mural of all gratefulness including messages with the GIF on them would be amazing. Pass it on... I've been making GIFS for years but now experimenting more with knowledge or experimental edits of an idea. I let it flow!
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Pompeo Girolamo Batoni,Peace and War,1776,detail.
An ongoing bandaid, slowly take it off, take off the edge. Full of pine needles, to warm your bed. Within such confining places, tears rolling until heard. Whimpers and whispers that only harvested when alone. Quiet comfort of such netting, nestled in your only cocoon.
My mind wishes to portray such ambivalence within, to tell the tale, to surely win. Winning in what formation, such poetry under the forefront of inner emotions. Under such circumstances does the fault become a star, no fool in the sky that shines within the dark.
A destined output the input must carry. Surely theres something within the words of concaving etches that are beneath the eyelids. A perfect understanding towards the matches of our hearts, causing fires that make the ashes of a phoenix. Purpose of unending yield.
Cestmir Kafka Radiance 1973 monoprint
normalize not forcing people to choose you. If someone thinks they can get better elsewhere – let them try. Respectfully.
RESPECTFULLY
“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”
— Juliette Lewis
Sabine Weiss
Arles,1984
I sit beneath the stars, carrying the fire which burns. A tear jerks from the pain yet the burn of the burden is integrated. I allow the fire to consume me, the embers to resume the focus of our time. The fluctuation of the rhythm inside of me, nowhere to go but up. I am consumed by the passion. The creativity. The notion of movement and the dance of the flames. Let it be me that the fire embellishes in the new moments yet to come.
Rudolf Koppitz (1884-1936) ~ Movement Study. Posed female study, 1925. Photoinstitut Bonartes & getty images
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Tim Hildebrandt, 1980
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