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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Peter Solarz
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JBB: An Artblog!
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"Spring Has Come" by Yelena Tkachyova (1980s)
“To be born to create, to love, to win at games is to be born to live in time of peace. But war teaches us to lose everything and become what we were not.”
— Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1942
Lionel Walden (1861-1933) - Moonlit Waters
Evening Arrival in Bourges - Andrea Giovannini , 2024
Italian , b. 1962 -
Mixed media on board , 120 x 80 cm.
"All of art is the portrait of an idea" - M. Rothko, 1943 (Writings on art)
Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1969 acrylic on wove paper mounted on linen
Photo by Eric Keune Instagram-@erkitekt at National Gallery of Art, Washington, DC
53 13/16 Ă— 42 1/4 in. (136.7 Ă— 107.2 cm)
Collection of Christopher Rothko. © 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko
Because this was stolen off my instagram and put on tumblr , I am now putting this on tumblr myself with the proper attributions and in higher resolution form.
Hiroshi Yoshida - Kinoe (1930)
Jason Anderson - Golden (2019)
José Tapiró - A Tangerian Beauty (1891)
Hitch Hiker at a Truck Stop
by Mary Crow
The hitch hiker asks to look at the palms of my cold hands and thanks me for unfolding them on the frost-edged picnic table between us. While I look at his downcast eyes trying to see if he sees, nearby truckers stare at his narrow face, long blond hair. He asks me if I garden, rips a scrap of newspaper and folds it up into a tiny origami package for anise seed. Here, he says, seed I gathered in Oregon, plant it in Colorado. I always have a garden, he adds, I plant and leave to others. He tells me he has no sex; when you ride in the righthand seat, you have to nod your head without listening. Face pressed to the window, he can see the lacquered edges of the earth. So I imagine him practicing calligraphy on truck windows, recommending honey and vinegar in a glass of water every morning. Mad, mad, mad. A yellow warbler, the moon at the bottom of the stream. Out on the highway he is raising his thumb again.
Fernand Léger (French, 1881-1955) - Composition Murale, gouache on paper, 30.70 x 24.10 cm (1929)
Melancholy (1876) by Odilon Redon
“Go all the way with it. Do not back off. For once, go all the goddamn way with what matters.” Ernest Hemingway
"A slash of Blue..."
by Emily Dickinson
A slash of Blue — A sweep of Gray — Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky — A little purple — slipped between — Some Ruby Trousers hurried on — A Wave of Gold — A Bank of Day — This just makes out the Morning Sky.
marbled papers from a workshop i took! this process was so fun! i wish i had a proper setup to do it at home