falling in love with her art all over again...
Starfall by Anastasia Trusova, Acrylic on canvas
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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falling in love with her art all over again...
Starfall by Anastasia Trusova, Acrylic on canvas
are you okay i noticed you reblogging "a raven with a damaged wing. it can still fly with ease" again
Everything Iâve Ever Let Go Of Has Claw Marks On It
To save someone else going through eleventy billion reverse image searches - the sculptor is David Altmejd.
Thought 2, 2019
rivers and canals: the science and engineering of waterways (1984)
Friedrich Kunath (German, b. 1974, Chemnitz, Germany, based Los Angeles, CA, USA) - It Might Be Time, 2024, Paintings: Oil on Canvas
Michael A Davenport, 3,090 Degrees Fahrenheit (Oil on canvas, 2025)
30in x 48in
From the artistâs Inprnt:
â3,090 degrees Fahrenheit is the temperature at which sand becomes glass, in a process known as the Pilkington Process. This is not the temperature of burning; this is the temperature of becoming something.â
catching up w ask polly this morning
My dad was eating pistachios so I reached my hand out and he just started peeling them and giving them to me. Then suddenly went âI really hope you find someone who loves you a lotâ and I went âenough to peel my pistachios for me?â And he laughed and said âyeah exactlyâ before carrying on giving me more
The Raincoat
by Ada LimĂłn
When the doctor suggested surgery
and a brace for all my youngest years,
my parents scrambled to take me
to massage therapy, deep tissue work,
osteopathy, and soon my crooked spine
unspooled a bit, I could breathe again,
and move more in a body unclouded
by pain. My mom would tell me to sing
songs to her the whole forty-five minute
drive to Middle Two Rock Road and forty-
five minutes back from physical therapy.
Sheâd say, even my voice sounded unfettered
by my spine afterward. So I sang and sang,
because I thought she liked it. I never
asked her what she gave up to drive me,
or how her day was before this chore. Today,
at her age, I was driving myself home from yet
another spine appointment, singing along
to some maudlin but solid song on the radio,
and I saw a mom take her raincoat off
and give it to her young daughter when
a storm took over the afternoon. My god,
I thought, my whole life Iâve been under her
raincoat thinking it was somehow a marvel
that I never got wet.
Tim Hawkinson - Mobius Ship (2011)
oh this is neat
Favorite genre of picture, snakes wrapped around bird beaks.
â my previous tags.
A battle between two wills to live.
I want to live vs I want to live
the drowning machine
on survival
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