Suzanne Scanlon, from "Committed: On Meaning and Madwomen," published in 2024
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NASA
we're not kids anymore.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Kaledo Art
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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Claire Keane
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Not today Justin
Three Goblin Art
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Today's Document
$LAYYYTER

Andulka

tannertan36
sheepfilms

Origami Around

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Suzanne Scanlon, from "Committed: On Meaning and Madwomen," published in 2024
also how culture works
Untitled, 2024 - by David Galstyan (1986), Armenian
Laura Levine :: Playful portrait of Icelandic singer Björk (born Björk Guðmundsdóttir), 1991.
I’m searching. I’m searching to find something. La Collectionneuse (1967) dir. Éric Rohmer
“I hope that / once someone rips everything useful out of me, / I will still haunt them.”
— William Evans, from “To the Garden I Abandoned,” We Inherit What the Fires Left
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Gabriel (1976) is the only film by the Canadian-American painter Agnes Martin. It is 78 minutes in length, and features a little boy going for a walk in a natural landscape.
Anne Carson, from Red Doc>
i.e., I am sick at heart
At the centre of the rotting house,
below the naked, hanging bulb,
I lie in the soft, September sun.
There are cracks between the wooden slats,
where memories float towards the surface.
I am twelve and standing in an art gallery.
I am in awe of how each painted frame
is like looking through a hole-
towards another world.
A crescent moon carved on marble-skin.
Jupiter in Virgo (1965), oil on canvas.
I am seventeen and longing to feel something.
I cut myself, deliberately. An open wound
is like looking through a hole-
towards another world.
A decisive slash on an unprimed surface.
Concetto spaziale ‘Attesa’ (1960), canvas.
The sweet, heavy scent of unfolding flesh;
the fear, the filth, the unforgiving red.
I close my eyes
and paint the room with black.
Senem Oezdogan
Drawn from Nature II (2019)
Acrylic on canvas
Cowboy in Sweden, 1970, Torbjörn Axelman