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Cosimo Galluzzi
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JBB: An Artblog!
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Stranger Things
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if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Janaina Medeiros

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shark vs the universe
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junction of frontal and parietal cranial bones in white-tailed deer. oldest to youngest
Shirin Neshat, Iranian-American artist, whose exposed body parts are covered with Persian script with Farsi quotations from Iranian feminist erotic poetry. Iran. 1997
Fossilized Snail Turned to Opal
today was sweet
Emerald Moth (Geometra papilionaria)
We do not, as children, first enter into language by consciously studying the formalities of syntax and grammar or by memorizing the dictionary definitions of words, but rather by actively making sounds—by crying in pain and laughing in joy, by squealing and babbling and playfully mimicking the surrounding soundscape, gradually entering through such mimicry into the specific melodies of the local language, our resonant bodies slowly coming to echo the inflections and accents common to our locale and community.
David Abram, The Spell of the Sensuous: Perception and Language in a More-Than-Human World
Solange “In Service To Whom” (2023)
Children of the Plateau Photography by: Conch Shell
“A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.”
— Arthur Schopenhauer, Counsels and Maxims