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Love Begins

Andulka
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macklin celebrini has autism
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if i look back, i am lost

pixel skylines
NASA
noise dept.
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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@kodachromism
Back to lino fabric printing!
I am becoming
linocut print on lokta paper
Tomatoessss 🍅🍅🍅
Colourful House - Singapore 2024
Contrôle - Anouschka Et Les Privés
1979
French punk that wastes no time
Bright melodies meet punk urgency, while a cheeky false start adds an unexpected twist.
For my birthday my best friend got me a set of glasses that, when you stack them, look like a fish! Genius!
Géraldine Gonzalez
Méduses Lumineuses
Paper Sculpture lamp
Helen Pashgian, Untitled (Sphere), 1968
Nitsche / Idea! Zarvos / POP+ / Sign / 2018
Grayson Robinson 1952
On the Fifth Day
by Jane Hirshfield
On the fifth day the scientists who studied the rivers were forbidden to speak or to study the rivers.
The scientists who studied the air were told not to speak of the air, and the ones who worked for the farmers were silenced, and the ones who worked for the bees.
Someone, from deep in the Badlands, began posting facts.
The facts were told not to speak and were taken away. The facts, surprised to be taken, were silent.
Now it was only the rivers that spoke of the rivers, and only the wind that spoke of its bees,
while the unpausing factual buds of the fruit trees continued to move toward their fruit.
The silence spoke loudly of silence, and the rivers kept speaking, of rivers, of boulders and air.
Bound to gravity, earless and tongueless, the untested rivers kept speaking.
Bus drivers, shelf stockers, code writers, machinists, accountants, lab techs, cellists kept speaking.
They spoke, the fifth day, of silence.
Mini Zine I made with a camera that only uses light exposure. The pictures came out super interesting. Lucero is my Moms maiden name and it means Morning Star. 
All the zines from the Midwestern Perzine Fest! They were a mixture of free zines, purchases & trades!
I've been reading them while I vended but didn't get through all of them... something to look forward to for the rest of the weekend :)