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A page of forget-me-nots from my current sketchbook.
Unknown, Green Bathroom - Line Holtegaard , 2024.
Danish , b, 1980 -
Oil on canvas , 150 x 100 cm.
Leif Engström (Swedish, 1992) - På Omvägar (By Detours) (2024)
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Andrea Spencer Glassworks
Whoa.
- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.
by Konstantin Burkin
Carl Larsson (Swedish, 1853–1919)
by Arseny Kashkarov
A once-in-a-lifetime shot — the moon perfectly framed by a rainbow. Caught at just the right time. 🌈 🌕
Les Petits Poissons , The Little Fish - Janet Fish , 1984.
American , b. 1938 -
Oil on canvas , 38 x 56 in.
Alan Lee
embarrassment has good bones
History student falls in love with astrophysics student by Keaton St. James
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[poem text: listen, nine hundred and fifty years before jesus was a child shaking willow leaves out of his tangled curls, the author of the song of solomon wrote: behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.
what i’m trying to say is that, in this universe which sculpted itself from a baptism of fire, i am the moon swept up by your tenderness. you’ve got me dreaming foreign words: gravity, ellipsis, perigee, until all i can think about is becoming anchored into orbit around the saltwater-green landscape of your laughter.
listen, plato of ancient greece wrote that the souls we each have now are only halves. that in a frenzy of blood zeus severed us from each other, so we rely on the blind tugging of our hearts. you say my name and i want to knit my bones into your bones, smooth away the boundaries of our heartbeats.
what i’m trying to say is that if the temperature inside those wild pockets of interstellar dust hits right near absolute zero, carbon monoxide and dihydrogen molecules condense together in the dark nebula to form stars. if you’re ready, i want to make you shiver like that. /end poem text.]
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