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Genie, the Feral Child. California. Mid-70s.
Check out Erin Lawlor, joyride (2025), From Vigo Gallery
Black Templar by John Blanche
Christopher Le Brun (British, 1951), ‘Oh! Death will find me’ (from the poem by Rupert Brooke), 1995-96. Oil on canvas, 180 x 170 cm.
“Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and loneliness and mire Of the last land! There, waiting patiently, One day, I think, I’ll feel a cool wind blowing, See a slow light across the Stygian tide, And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing, And tremble. And I shall know that you have died, And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream, Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host, Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam, Most individual and bewildering ghost! And turn, and toss your brown delightful head Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.” — Rupert Brooke, “Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before I Tire”
Chiro, My Love, Nobuyoshi Araki. Hardcover | Out of Print | 120 pages. Published by Heibonsha, Tokyo, 1995
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Allegory of Summer, Franz Bohumil Doubek, 1865
Celluloid Nightmares (1988) dir. Hisayasu Satō
Marsha Guggenheim
Phantoms of the Brain | Al Meher
Gustav Klimt - Hygieia
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a pigeon sat on a branch reflecting on existence (roy andersson, 2014)