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Femmes au bain, 1944

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Vũ Cao Đàm (Vietnamese, 1908-2000)
Femmes au bain, 1944
Lee Ufan (Korean, b. 1938), With winds, 1987, 45.7 x 53 cm
Bato Dugarzhapov, Studio, 1999
Ιδέα μου ή ο Αύγουστος μας πονάει όλους λίγο παραπάνω
The difference between an artist and someone who dreams of becoming an artist is finished work.
Kae Tempest (On Connection, p. 78)
though i am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony, and music inside me.
vincent van gogh (via trying-to-focus)
I simply search for images, and invent and invent. The idea doesn’t matter to me: only the image counts, the inexplicable and mysterious image, since all is mystery in our life.
Rene Magritte
He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
"I would rather die of passion than of boredom. " - Vincent Van Gogh
sanyu, "pink cat," 1930s, oil on canvas
Sergej Jensen (Danish, b. 1973), Untitled, 2007, 120.3 x 110.1 cm
Michael Krebber (German, b. 1954), Untitled, 2021, 102.2 x 76.2 cm
“In my memory, it doesn’t end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.”
— John Green / Paper Towns (via bnmxfld)
“When your head hits the pillow tonight, remind yourself that you’ve done a good job. Be patient with yourself, and remember that big things are achieved not all at once, but one day at a time.”
— Nicole Addison (via quotemadness)
pop punk sucks now bc nobody’s willing to be gay about it anymore. machine gun kelly would die if he set foot at warped tour in the 2000s
i hate you zoom i hate you teams i hate you outlook i hate you google meet i hate you email i hate you one drive i hate you attachment i hate you meetings i hate you social media i hate you work hours i hate you
Helleborus - Anke Roder , 2014
Dutch,b.1964-
Encaustic and oil on wood , 21 x 18 cm.