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Being on tumblr makes my skin itch.
SHEILA HICKS
source: SHEILA HICKS: WEAVING AS METAPHOR (The Bard Graduate Center for Studies in the Decorative Arts, Design and Culture / Yale University Press, 2006)
I wonder if my ancestors are smilling apon me sometimes
“I build a life & tear it apart & the sun keeps shining.”
— Ocean Vuong, from Daily Bread in “Night Sky With Exit Wounds”
abstract Moroccan rugs 1990s
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Diana Blok, Mother with Gloves and Mother with Pearls
“There’s a secret to loss, but I don’t know it. It hums like a distant radiator, all sound & no heat.”
— Devin Kelly, “My Mother, The Day She Knows The Ones Who Died In The Shooting,” published in Foundry
KEY CHAINS for POCKEY OBJECTS
Arthur Roessler, Egon Schiele
Medium: oil,canvas
https://www.wikiart.org/en/egon-schiele/arthur-roessler-1910
Michele Tocca
Jean-Michel Basquiat - Standard Saw (1983)
“Even utter senselessness ultimately is always this sense made of the negation of all the others”
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Georges Bataille
“Shame weighs a lot more than flesh and bone.”
— Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness (via weltenwellen)
Victor Pasmore (British, 1908 - 1998)
Yellow Abstract - 1960-1
@ The Tate Modern, London
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“It was November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (via simplybookdrunk)