no skills , still kills

/// Projects by Matthew de la Torre Patel + inspirations \\\

[ayerenterrado]

Zapatista farmers, 2005.

From the film The Land Belongs to Those Who Work It. Part of The Chiapas Media Project.

[ayerenterrado]

Zapatista woman farmer digging the earth.

From the film The Land Belongs to Those Who Work It. Part of The Chiapas Media Project

[ayerenterrado]

Ishi (1860-1916), last surviving member of the Yahi Indian tribe of California.

Author: Saxton T. Pope

[endilletante]

Irak : le jardin des murmures, de Hien Lam Duc. Editions Anako, grands témoins, 1999.

[goodmemory-deactivated20240521]

[detournementsmineurs]

“The Circus Tent by the River” by Jorge Enciso, 1923

[slopforhogs]

Illustration from Murzilka by Evgenii Rachev (1906-1997)

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[ymutate]

Amelia Peláez (Cuba, 1896-1968)

"Marpacífico (Hibiscus)" 1936

Pérez Art Museum Miami, Florida, USA

[polychelles]

Monks of Labrang Monastery by Michael Yamashita

[jareckiworld]

Alexis Mata — Fly to Observe (oil on canvas, 2024)

[sioltach]

San Joaquin Milkvetch (Astragalus asymmetricus) photo by ecophiliajones on iNaturalist

[henk-heijmans]

Fish sellers in the market of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, Russia, 1993 - Reuters

[ayerenterrado]

"But he found that a traveler's life is one that includes much pain amidst its enjoyments. His feelings are forever on the stretch; and when he begins to sink into repose, he finds himself obliged to quit that on which he rests in pleasure for something new, which again engages his attention, and which also he foresakes for other novelties."

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

[tsarina-anadyomene]

Having only one life and a finite time on this earth is shocking to me not just from my egocentric point of view. It is to me a profound horror that every living thing will only enjoy a small fragment of the pulsing, breathing, loving, smelling, cold, warm, colored, clear and opaque confusion of the world and then dissipate back into nothing, forever out of being, never able to return; that there is nothing to return. It is so astonishing as to be almost inconceivable. Something about this mere fact seems to stamp the world with irredeemable evil, even as the very thing I'm protesting is not enough contact with it. There's much to love about all of this but something fundamentally wrong with it all. To talk about an eternal subject that makes up the whole world that all of these myriad forms will return to is an intoxicating promise of reconciliation in light of it all.

[ayerenterrado]

逆流而上

[bobbole]

Diego Rivera, Indian Warrior

[he1rofsin]

Merab Abramishvili, “Sparrows”

[scavengedluxury]

Sainsbury's soft tissues packaging, 1974. From the Sainsbury Archive.