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Martin Schlott: House mouse (Mus musculus L.), grooming itself, 1929.

Martin Schlott: House mouse (Mus musculus L.), guarding a grapevine trellis, 1929.

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Remedios Varo (Spanish-Mexican, 1908–1963)

Angustia (Pesadilla), 1947

[altrbody]

Art, not unlike critical philosophy, is for Deleuze an intensive practice that aims at creating new ways of thinking, perceiving and sensing Life's infinite possibilities. By transposing us beyond the confines of bound identities, art becomes necessarily inhuman in the sense of non-human in that it connects to the animal, the vegetable, earthy and planetary forces that surround us. Art is also, moreover, cosmic in its resonance and hence posthuman by structure, as it carries us to the limits of what our embodied selves can do and endure. In so far as art stretches the boundaries of representation to the utmost, it reaches the limits of life itself and thus confronts the horizon of death.

-Rosi Braidotti, The Posthuman

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[hakonohanayome]

Belladonna of Sadness (1973)

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Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 3. (1923-1927)

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Birgit Jürgenssen: Nest, 1979.

B/W photograph

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[pointnclick]

does anyone else remember grass. the warmth of the sun

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[fetapolss]

Librería Taifa

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I want my solitude, my peace, the beauty of my house; I want to find my lightness & my joy again.Introspection does not need to be a still life. It can be an active alchemy.

— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Henry and June: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin (1931-1932)

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