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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Misplaced Lens Cap

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@foreverbonafide
pure ocean
Gordon Parks, Segregation Story, Steidl, 2014.
Plants in glass and pots, Eugène’s thing.
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Bri (Paris Portrait Photography) | Katie Mitchell
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Jean-Michel Basquiat, Portrait of Andy Warhol as a Banana
The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article about the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.
Drowning in homework.
3/31/15 (real life realizations)
I just had to write a broadcast letter to a potential employer for my senior seminar class. I wrote it to Brave New Films and applied for the ‘documentary shorts story producer’ position in Culver City, CA. It’s supposed to help you correctly learn how to articulate your creative strengths, and it did that, but it also made me realize how difficult it’s going to be to get a real career in the arts someday. Such a competitive area of work.
That last one oh my goodness I’m in awe of portrait illustrations
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