Arthur Davies - Spring Evening, 1882-1928
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Arthur Davies - Spring Evening, 1882-1928
yeah
what the fuck is a salesforce. we're briefly alive for a few violent decades
damon albarn choking on a clementine
Hexagonal growth in a black olive tree
Truth: All work is sexual
Truth: All crumbled towers rebuild themself eventually
Truth: The war of ideas rages on
“Am I the only one who—” yes. You’re all alone. And nobody shares your experiences or loves you. And you’re floating on a raft in a dark ocean and there’s sharks and squids trying to get you and lightning is crashing and the water is choppy and black
this is one of the flickr accounts that i think about all the time. belonging to a girl named amanda, in new york city in 2006. the photos make me feel strange because so much has changed and so much has looped around to arrive back at the same place. tiny glasses and bright eyes till we die
I ATE A BIG BAG OF FACTORY REJECT SEEDS UNTIL A HEALTHY FLOWER UNFURLED IN MY CHEST ...
I MISTOOK THE SENSATION FOR LOVE AND DIED.
Mark Rothko on the "recipe of a work of art," lecture at the Pratt Institute, 1958:
There must be a clear preoccupation with death—intimations of mortality… Tragic art, romantic art, etc. deals with the knowledge of death.
Sensuality. Our basis of being concrete about the world. It is a lustful relationship to things that exist.
Tension. Either conflict or curbed desire.
Irony. This is a modern ingredient—the self effacement and examination by which a man for an instant can go on to something else.
Wit and Play..for the human element.
The ephemeral and chance…for the human element.
Hope. 10% to make the tragic concept more endurable.
Alpenblumenmärchen - Ernst Kreidolf - 1922 - via Internet Archive
Some people have two wolves Well all of mine are Don Draper and these are the wolves #MyThreeWolvesWhoAreDonDraper