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LeRoy Clarke, Now, 1970
Yusaku Munakata. What a heart. C. 2007.
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Supreme Beings of Leisure - Supreme Beings of Leisure, illustration by David Tazzyman [2000]
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White egrets "kissing" as part of their mating ritual By: Tokutaro Tanaka From: Life Nature Library: Animal Behavior 1965
Egon Schiele; ‘Autumn Tree’, 1909
Stefan Kürten — Lying Undiscovered (acrylic paint, ink and sunken relief cut on wood, 2025)
Tenderness and Empathy Prevail in Bisa Butler’s Nostalgic and Vibrant Quilts
Eve Drewelowe (American, 1899–1988)
“Aquitania Funnels” 1945
Oil on canvas mounted on board
91.4 × 76.2 cm (36 × 30 in.)
private collection
From crooked boy to honest man, the latter’s gone I speak promised land, the common plan - Babylon My thwarted thoughts faced for years probably ran marathon I care to say if I ever sail away, with plans to Avalon Event for all the days I spent positioned in the basement Feel I had to heal myself, physician and the patient Was urged home for all the wrong, my riff with immigration I boast to learn my culture ‘fore I picked assimilation The dose of lies, up close you’ll find raps they wisen At most they rhyme to gross, mine’s appetizing Peep the god though, I speak a hard flow of Argo To steal for meal - but for real, I used to starve though The routes I scored I doubt the Lord ever condone Steps was reckless, reppin’ for precious metals and stone But now knowledge power, this assemblance evidence shown Walk with ghosts of close family and friends, I’m never alone
1959