
Kiana Khansmith
noise dept.
d e v o n
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if i look back, i am lost
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we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
taylor price
DEAR READER

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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Origami Around

JVL
will byers stan first human second
occasionally subtle

Andulka

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Cosmic Funnies
seen from Germany
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seen from Iraq

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@artist-wright
Trees in the mist.
Scottish highland cow
Stop Undervaluing Kerning :)
Camping at Little River, Waterbury Vermont
In Studio
New York City Center.
I created buttons for this year’s COTS Walk. Love the way they came out.
Morning outside my studio.
Death Is Nothing At All Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still. Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner. All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
Henry Scott-Holland
In the studio
Experimenting with a couple of photos.
Male Figure by dok wright
Tumblr for my figure work.
UVM - Spring Awakening - 2017