Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House; from ‘February’
TEXT ID: February, month of despair, with a skewered heart in the centre.

Love Begins
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Not today Justin
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Cosmic Funnies
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
we're not kids anymore.
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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YOU ARE THE REASON

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Margaret Atwood, Morning in the Burned House; from ‘February’
TEXT ID: February, month of despair, with a skewered heart in the centre.
Loch Rusky, Scotland by John Mcsporran
so many mental health issues these days are due to the fact that we no longer put the gargoyles on buildings that used to scare away the evil spirits that cause mental illness
Ikebukuro - Tokyo, Japan
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‘Cat Baiyun’ by Georgii Zubkovsky, 1951
This counts as vent art.
Yayoi Kusama
I’m here but nothing
Yayoi Kusama began hallucinating spots atop the surfaces of her world at young age. In these polka dots, at once simple and boundless, Kusama found a way to break from the self and sink into infinity.
NASA released the clearest pictures yet of our neighbours in the solar system
Oh and of course us
Honourable mention
Salvador Dalí ‘The Lucky Number of Dali’ 1965
Color lithograph from original gouache
85, Dali’s magic number! He scribbles his name and his number all over the print, interweaving them with vibrant colors, explosive splatters, and calligraphic forms.
A strange cluster of lips and eyes seem to float in from the left order. Several circles and sun-burst-like forms explode across the picture surface.
We see a more playful side of Dalí, joyous but expressive as always.
by ag.lr.88