Art is a way of freezing time, or extending time. … It’s another way to bridge the gaps between us
– Sarah Ruhl

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
DEAR READER
KIROKAZE

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Not today Justin
Misplaced Lens Cap
Keni
$LAYYYTER
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosimo Galluzzi
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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will byers stan first human second
dirt enthusiast

@theartofmadeline

Love Begins

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@mmmthatsniace
Art is a way of freezing time, or extending time. … It’s another way to bridge the gaps between us
– Sarah Ruhl
Elbe series by Gerhard Richter, 1957
Also
Dark Scenes #33, #51, #61, #57 and #71 by Katrien de Blauwer
Also
En busca del Unicornio Perdido by Cannon Bernáldez, 2014
Views from Casa Grande Ruins National Monument, Pinal County, Arizona.
Christian Coigny
Raging Bull | Martin Scorsese | 1980
Vaquel Tyies at Gucci FW 19
Ricco Wassmer - Tête de garçon et main en plâtre, 1952
vision
well that’s life, or it was.. it’s nothing to me.
(via Pinterest • The world’s catalog of ideas)
Une femme est une femme (1961) dir. Jean-Luc Godard
So Much So
I lay with my face planted on the ground.
I lay, face first, in the garden.
After three days of crying,
My chest or heart or both - ached.
So much so, that when I pressed it against the cold surface of the green ground,
It expanded and I released a sigh of relief.
The earth solid, embraced me.
My full weight collapsed
Into the arms of the earth
and as I inhaled and exhaled, I felt the hole in my heart get smaller.
The energy of the earth filling all the pain in that empty centre,
The crater, so often cold and void of nothing,
Filled with something solid and supporting,
And for a little while
Everything didn’t hurt so much.
benedict ramos
Marigold
https://benedict-ramos.format.com/flowers-ii#no4