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Nearly Two Dozen Exuberant Works by Ukrainian Folk Artist Maria Prymachenko Go On View in the U.K. For the First Time

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Maria Prymachenko with her son Fedir, surrounded by her art, 1980s.

“Once, as a young girl, I was tending a gaggle of geese. When I got with them to a sandy beach, on the bank of the river, after crossing a field dotted with wild flowers, I began to draw real and imaginary flowers with a stick on the sand… Later, I decided to paint the walls of my house using natural pigments. After that I’ve never stopped drawing and painting.” - Maria Prymachenko

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"Hey, Hey, My Dapple Greys" book of Ukrainian nursery rhymes. Translated by Lilia Tytar. Drawings by Maria Prymachenko.

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Rayana Rayo - Ilha 2026

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“A book, even a fragmentary one, has a center which attracts it. This center is not fixed, but is displaced by the pressure of the book and circumstances of its composition. Yet it is also a fixed center which, if it is genuine, displaces itself, while remaining the same and becoming always more central, more hidden, more uncertain and more imperious. He who writes the book writes it out of desire for this center and out of ignorance. The feeling of having touched it can very well be only the illusion of having reached it.” 

Maurice Blanchot, The Space of Literature

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Paintings by Brazilian artist Allan Gandhi

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Beatriz Arraes

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The Letter

I’m not feeling strong yet, but I am taking good care of myself. The weather is perfect. I read and walk all day and then walk to the sea. I expect to swim soon. For now I am content. I am not sure what I hope for. I feel I am doing my best. It reminds me of when I was sixteen dreaming of Lorca, the gentle trees outside and the creek. Perhaps poetry replaces something in me that others receive more naturally. Perhaps my happiness proves a weakness in my life. Even my failures in poetry please me. Time is very different here. It is very good to be away from public ambition. I sweep and wash, cook and shop. Sometimes I go into town in the evening and have pastry with custard. Sometimes I sit at a table by the harbor and drink half a beer.

Linda Gregg

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I AM THE PAINTER, 2026 Lake of Fire for No one, markers on paper, 2022

by Samuel Klauninger

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Marcela Dias

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Anni - Instagram

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Agnes Denes Human Dust, 1969 Glass and calcareous human remains with text panel 36 × 18 × 18 in | 91.4 × 45.7 × 45.7 cm

Eliana Glass turned this piece into a beautiful song on her first record E. Listen here: https://elianaglass.bandcamp.com/track/human-dust

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Whimsical journey

Last month I got home from a very pleasant evening with a friend who was about to move away from the city. I took a shower, brushed my teeth and snuggled into bed with my iPad like I usually do. I was feeling fresh and nostalgic for that was one of the last times we would spend together in person for God knows how long. As I was still feeling a little restless from the night I decided to play the song Olympia by Frank & Tony which I’ve obsessed over ever since I found out about this record. It sounds like

Its soothing energy makes me feel like I am inside an eerie womb about to to succumb to an emotion unkown to me. The artist “Eliana Glass” credited is possibly the

I’ve also been too curious about the mysterious singer credited to the song and to my surprise when I checked her out this time she had just released an album.

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Terry Winters - Botanical Subject #5

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