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for the @guardian review

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i always be so hard on myself for no reason like chill tf out bitch we on the same damn team

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0 winners when its me vs me

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“DNA” prints available at www.evanmcohen.bigcartel.com

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Paige Bradley created one of the most striking sculptures I’ve seen in recent times. Her masterpiece, entitled Expansion, is a beautiful woman seeking inner piece but fractured and bleeding with light. “From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

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Plasma projecting outta this matrix

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the cycle continues.

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“DNA” Prints are now on sale over at www.evanmcohen.bigcartel.com

2 color silkscreen on French Paper, 11″x14″

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Working until the end. More comics for 2019.

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Bonsai Tree House by takanori aiba

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This week’s Sumerian sign is šembi, which means eye makeup or kohl.

Cuneiform from the Pennsylvania Online Sumerian Dictionary.

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In Sumer, kohl makeup could be made from either frankincense resin or from the minerals stibnite or galena. The verb for “to apply shembi” is gunu3, which also means “to decorate with spots or patterns” or “to sparkle, be beautiful”:

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Sumerian Vocabulary for the Day

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Shesh 𒋁, meaning “to anoint, smear, erase”, is not to be confused with the other words pronounced this way: shesh, written 𒂞 and meaning “to weep, mourn loudly, wail”; and shesh, written 𒋀 and meaning “brother, male cousin” and also “myrrh; to taste bitter”.

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How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words Get it wrong. We say bread and it means according to which nation. French has no word for home, and we have no word for strict pleasure. A people in northern India is dying out because their ancient tongue has no words for endearment. I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can. Maybe the Etruscan texts would finally explain why the couples on their tombs are smiling. And maybe not. When the thousands of mysterious Sumerian tablets were translated, they seemed to be business records. But what if they are poems or psalms? My joy is the same as twelve Ethiopian goats standing silent in the morning light. O Lord, thou art slabs of salt and ingots of copper, as grand as ripe barley lithe under the wind’s labor. Her breasts are six white oxen loaded with bolts of long-fibered Egyptian cotton. My love is a hundred pitchers of honey. Shiploads of thuya are what my body wants to say to your body. Giraffes are this desire in the dark. Perhaps the spiral Minoan script is not a language but a map. What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds

Jack Gilbert - The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart

Image: Early Sumerian pictograph

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