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“The bones said death was comin’ and the bones never lied.” - Susannah Sandlin / Wild Man’s Curse
Andy Denzler (Swiss, b. 1965), Floating Stones, 2010. Oil on canvas, 140 x 120 cm.
Emlen Etting “Oramunde” (1933)
It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
Haruki Murakami (via thedesertsighs)
Artist:
Henrik Aa. Uldalen
“Efflux"
Oil on Wood
50 cm x 50 cm
2015
Artist:
João Ruas (aka) Feral Kid
“East of Eden”
Mixed Media on Paper
Mounted on Wood
10.625" × 19.625"
2015
Thinkspace Gallery
“September 12, 2015 - October 3, 2015
Aaron Horkey | Esao Andrews | João Ruas
The Gilded Age
Opening Reception with the Artist(s):Saturday, September 12, 20156:00pm - 9:00pm”
http://thinkspacegallery.com/
The Mouth of Hell, from the Book of Hours of Catherine of Cleves, c. 1440
visions on visions in a vision
Harald Oskar Sohlberg - Night c.1905
Brutal to give the prisoner a window — a blue sky glimpse — as if an afterlife existed. Brutal for you to parade in a body in the same room where I dream you.
Andrea Cohen, from Poetry magazine (via yan-wo)
A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death—the huge solace of thinking that for our betrayals, greed, cowardice, murders we are not going to be judged.
Czesław Miłosz (via veareflejos)
I hear the wind blow, and I feel that it was worth being born just to hear the wind blow.
Fernando Pessoa (via wordsnquotes)