Vladimir Serov, The Worker (1960) and The Builder (1964)
She’s winding up to slap his ass
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Vladimir Serov, The Worker (1960) and The Builder (1964)
She’s winding up to slap his ass
buenos días mandy
yes my favorite colors are the warm orange of the windows of a house u see on a walk at night and also the deep blue of the night around it
art by suzanne siegel
Weeds V - Matt Bollinger , 2021.
American, b. 1980 -
Flashe and acrylic on canvas , 45 x 60 cm.
The House on the Estuary - Teresa Lawler
British, b. 1948 -
Watercolour, gouache and ink on paper, 50 x 50 cm
Kinee Diouf by Viviane Sassen for Numéro #110
Bunny Harvestman, Metagryne bicolumnata, Opiliones by Andreas Kay
After the Quake / To Build a Fire
some sketchbook pages!
“Geryon sat on his bed in the hotel room pondering the cracks and fissures of his inner life. It may happen that the exit of the volcanic vent is blocked by a plug of rock, forcing molten matter sideways along latter all fissures called fire lips by volcanologists. Yet Geryon didn’t want to become one of those people who think of nothing but their stores of pain. He bent over the book on his knees. Philosophic Problems ’… I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it. But this separation of consciousness is recognized only after a failure of communication, and our first movement is to believe in an undivided being between us…’”
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red, XXXII. Kiss
starstruck (soft)
The Snow Child (1980)
by umbiumbiann
art republished with artist’s permission
Moki Karlsson Cherry and Neneh Cherry in their home in Gamla Stan, Stockholm, late 1960s
stick with it and things will be fine 5.5 x 7.5 in, oil and graphite on paper 2021
Dibujo para la edición ilustrada de “Os Lusíadas”, que será pronto publicada por BIG’21. (Bienal de Ilustração de Guimarães).
Canto V (2020).
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