Quiet Surf - Oregon
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Jules of Nature

Kaledo Art

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Quiet Surf - Oregon
Harry Snowden
FALLEN ANGELS ‘墮落天使’ (1995) dir. Wong Kar-wai
Igor Shcherbakov, Two on a Bridge, 2021, Oil on canvas
Canyon de Chelly photographed by Edward S. Curtis, 1904.
Cy Twombly, Bacchus, for the "Safety Curtain" project at the Vienna State Opera, 2010.
Get Orpheus
“When I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.”
— Mary Oliver
Sea Song , Canto de Mar - Erika Toliusis
Canadian , b. 1969 -
oil on canvas , 36 x 36 in.
“August of another summer, and once again I am drinking the sun and the lilies again are spread across the water.”
— Mary Oliver, from Felicity; “The Pond” (via luthienne)
anne magill
“So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.”
— Mary Oliver
Old Goriot and Eugénie Grandet, Honoré de Balzac (b. 20 May 1799)
Rocket to the SUn, Taisia Korotkova
“There are so many things that art can’t do. It can’t bring the dead back to life, it can’t mend arguments between friends, or cure AIDS, or halt the pace of climate change. All the same, it does have some extraordinary functions, some odd negotiating ability between people, including people who never meet and yet who infiltrate and enrich each other’s lives. It does have a capacity to create intimacy; it does have a way of healing wounds, and better yet of making it apparent that not all wounds need healing and not all scars are ugly.”
— Olivia Laing, The Lonely City (2016)
Room in Brooklyn, 1932. Edward Hopper. Oil on canvas