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THE X-FILES 5.19 | “Folie à Deux”
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— You have to be willing to see. — I wish it were that simple.
THE X-FILES 5.19 | “Folie à Deux”
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I am half-sick of shadows - Jeanine Brito , 2021.
Canadian, b. 1993-
Acrylic, pencil and charcoal on 520g paper , 71 x 55.7 cm
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put your hand in front of your cat and
sniffs it: gentle nature
press its face into: loving nature
bites it: a warriors heart
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A manuscript of Mendelssohn’s Schiflied (Reed Song), from his Op. 71. Mendelssohn and his wife Cécile spent the winter of 1844-5 in the Frankfurt area, where Cécile had been born. While there Mendelssohn made a copy of a song he had composed in 1842: Schilflied (Reed Song), which sets to music words by Nikolaus Lenau. Not only did he write it out in his best hand, he also illustrated it with a meticulous watercolour which depicts the song’s opening line: ‘On the lake’s unruffled surface rests the moon’s fair beam.’ It was a present for his friend Henrietta Keyl, the wife of a Frankfurt wine merchant.
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