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Sade Olutola
noise dept.
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Xuebing Du
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Acquired Stardust

Andulka

JVL
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Kiana Khansmith
Three Goblin Art

Kaledo Art
styofa doing anything
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Mike Driver
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@environmentally
Live at Least 55 Seconds Per Day Campaign by Stefan Ruiz for 55DSL (2006)
The well
Re McBride - Ridgewood Winter, 2020
Sadahito Mori - Heart-shaped Radish, 1990
We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine 🍷
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Kate MacLean (@longestacresfarm)
À nos amours (1983)
A metamorfose dos pássaros (Catarina Vasconcelos, 2020)
Thick sycamores flank a half-mile stretch along the Charles River in Cambridge. A limb came down. I carried it home. I made this spoon. I liked the way it felt in my hands. It was a gift. Neighborhood wood.
Tracey Emin My Bed 1998 Mattress, linens, pillows, objects 79 x 211 x 234 cm
A consummate storyteller, Tracey Emin engages the viewer with her candid exploration of universal emotions. Well-known for her confessional art, Tracey Emin reveals intimate details from her life to engage the viewer with her expressions of universal emotions. Her ability to integrate her work and personal life enables Emin to establish an intimacy with the viewer. Tracey shows us her own bed, in all its embarrassing glory. Empty booze bottles, fag butts, stained sheets, worn panties: the bloody aftermath of a nervous breakdown. By presenting her bed as art, Tracey Emin shares her most personal space, revealing she’s as insecure and imperfect as the rest of the world.