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David Wojnarowicz Eating an Apple by Peter Hujar, 1983

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by Karel Čapek

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Cy Twomby by Horst for Vogue 1966

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Comme des garçons, 1998

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A lady - some words have a long, thin neck that you'd like to strangle.

Jean Rhys, Voyage in the Dark

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Portrait of a Young Man by Giorgione

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Model Elizabeth Boot Duveneck’s tomb effigy by Frank Duveneck, 1981 (cast 1919)

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by Sarah Moon for Vogue Paris, February 1973

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By Edgar Degas, c. 1895-6

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If there were water we should stop and drink Amongst the rock one cannot stop and think

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (V. ‘What the Thunder said’)

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‘Torso of the Centauress’ by Auguste Rodin (1884)

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Lucian Freud by Clifford Coffin, 1947

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Wales Bonner Spring Summer 2016 by Edward Quarmby

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Female Bust in Red by Amadeo Modigliani, 1915

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Mrs Keene as Proserpine by Julia Margaret Cameron, 1866

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Sculpture for the Blind (Beginning of the World) by Constantin Brancusi, 1916

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My Cabinets are Oyster-shells, In which I keep my Orient-Pearls, To open them I use the Tide, As Keys to Locks, which opens wide, The Oyster-shells then out I take; Those, Orient-Pearls and Crowns do make; And modest Coral I do wear, Which blushes when it touches air. On Silver-Waves I sit and sing, And then the Fish lie listening: Then sitting on a Rocky stone, I comb my Hair with Fishes bone; The whil'st Apollo, with his Beams, Doth dry my Hair from wat'ry streams.

Margaret Cavendish, The Convent of Pleasure