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Mostar ‘93, prior to the destruction of the Old Bridge / James Mason

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Winter in Amsterdam, 1917

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these are some sketches I made for the film Midnight Cowboy, for a poster assignment

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Brian Martin aka Brian D Martin (American, based Providence, RI, USA) - 1: Sargent at Morris, 2012 2: Reunion 3: Pantomime 4: Touchdown Paintings: Oil on Panel

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Vilhelm Hammershøi / Dragan Bibin / William Mackinnon / Henryk Siemiradzki / Sascha Schneider / Waldemar Fink / Andrew Wyeth / Kawase Hasui / Horace Pippin

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“Fisherman’s kitchen” textile art

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David Wojnarowicz: Manhattan-Night (III)

Photo: Peter Hujar, 1985

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Mahmoud Darwish, Journal of an Ordinary Grief (يـومـيـات الـحـزن الـعـادي), 1973

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Chloë Sevigny and Ryan Sikorski photographed by Bela Borsodi for X-Girl, 1994 (x)

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“Come evening I rolled through its streets, listening for the voices of my father, my mother, me as a child. I’d pass by the old stores and Victorian homes of Freehold and daydream…of purchasing a house, moving back, away from all the noise I’d created, bringing it all full circle, fixing things, receiving the blessing of these streets, finding a love, one that would last, marrying and walking through town, my children in my arms, my woman at my side. It was a pleasant fantasy and I suppose I took comfort in the illusion that I could go back. But I’d been around long enough to know history is sealed and unchangeable. You can move on, with a heart stronger in the places it’s been broken, create new love. You can hammer pain and trauma into a righteous sword and use it in defense of life, love, human grace and God’s blessings. But nobody gets a do-over. Nobody gets to go back and there’s only one road out. Ahead, into the dark.”

— Bruce Springsteen on his obsession with his hometown, Freehold, NJ, and his obsession with the idea of “home” in general. (from Born To Run, page 297)

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Taste of Cherry (1997) dir. Abbas Kiarostami

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oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.

one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.

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“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” (mikko harvey)