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Kiki Smith
Elizabeth Vaughan Okie Paxton (1877-1971), The Silver Coffee Pot, no date
oil on canvas, 9⅜ x 12½ in
I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes Ain't got no money, ain't got no class Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater Ain't got no perfume, ain't got no bed Ain't got no man Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schoolin' Ain't got no love, ain't got no name Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token Ain't got no god Hey, what have I got? Why am I alive, anyway? Yeah, what have I got Nobody can take away? Got my hair, got my head Got my brains, got my ears Got my eyes, got my nose Got my mouth, I got my smile I got my tongue, got my chin Got my neck, got my boobies Got my heart, got my soul Got my back, I got my sex I got my arms, got my hands Got my fingers, got my legs Got my feet, got my toes Got my liver, got my blood I've got life, I've got my freedom I've got life I've got the life And I'm going to keep it I've got the life
William Wordsworth
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you’ll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble?
The sun above the mountain’s head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow.
Books! ‘tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There’s more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless— Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:— We murder to dissect.
Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.
Josef Albers, Study for Homage to the Square, 1964, oil on fibreboard, 76.2 x 76.2 cm, Tate Modern, London. Source
Kazimir Malevich: "Painterly Realism of a Boy with a Knapsack - Color Masses in the Fourth Dimension", 1915
Kazimir Malevich: "Black Circle", 1915.
Kazimir Malevich: "Suprematist Composition: Airplane Flying", 1915.
Kazimir Malevich, "Supremus No. 58".
Kazimir Malevich, "Suprematism: Nonobjective Composition".
Kazimir Malevich, 'Dynamic Suprematism'. 1915
Egon Schiele: Portrait of Wally, 1912.
Van Gogh: Undergrowth with Two Figures, 1890.
Giorgio Morandi, Natura morta, 1952, oil on canvas, 54.29 x 59.37 cm, San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. Source
This is a very beige piece from the Italian still life painter Giorgio Morandi, though there is something soothing about the composition’s simplicity. It is safe and harmonious, with no destructive colours or shapes; the more I look at it, the more I rather like it.
J.S. Bach: Cello suite No. 3, Gigue performed by Ophélie Gaillard
Kazimir Malevich: Suprematist, 1917
Kazimir Malevich: Three Women, 1930