styofa doing anything
No title available
shark vs the universe
blake kathryn
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
No title available
No title available
Janaina Medeiros
almost home
No title available
Claire Keane
sheepfilms
DEAR READER
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
⁂
roma★
KIROKAZE
Jules of Nature
Keni
PR's Tumblrdome
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Belgium
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
@smallandtrying-blog
There are only so many parallel universes that concern us. In one, he isn’t dead. In another, you drink light with your hands all winter. There is a universe in which no one is lying emptied in the street as the gas station burns, a universe in which our mothers haven’t learned to wrap their bones in each small grief they’ve found.
Franny Choi, “Introduction to Quantum Theory,” published in The Adroit Journal (via bostonpoetryslam)
Guerrilla Girls
Felix Gonzalez Torres
The Tinder Box - Kay Nielsen
Love is something I know best by watching it wash down the drain.
Anna Binkovitz - “Shaving My Pussy: A Play in Four Acts” (Button Live)
Richard Serra, East-West / West-East. Photos Nelson Garrido
When I die I regret the dieting and literary theory. I am just oh my god one raspberry left. Strange how we had different experiences. I would love to have handed you toilet paper under a stall door.
Melissa Broder, “Bye,” from Meat Heart (via bostonpoetryslam)
From The High History of the Holy Graal, 1903 by Jessie Marion King (Scottish, 1875–1949)
Beautiful pieces by Moonassi for the Go Figure group show, now on view at our NYC gallery space!
To learn more, simply email [email protected].
AFTER THE HOSPITAL
Listen: when I say my heart is broken I don’t mean there’s a girl. I mean I went down to the river. I did not swim. I did not take off my shirt. My chest is a faulty switchboard and I can still feel wires for weeks after the hospital. Listen: the heart in this poem is not a metaphor. I tied a penny to a length of fishing line and swallowed it. The tiny god inside me leaps as fish do when they’re too close to air.
ZACH GOLDBERG
When I looked around, I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster?
Mary Shelley, from Frankenstein (via houselannister)
Douglas Gordon and Morgane Tschiember, As close as you can for as long as it lasts, 2016
Bluets
Douglas Gordon and Morgane Tschiember, As close as you can for as long as it lasts, 2016
Mark Dion, Encyclomania, 2003
This week’s #tbt looks back at a major exhibition of works by celebrated African American artist Romare Bearden, which opened at MoMA in 1971. It grew, in part, out of demands made by the Art Workers Coalition (AWC), an activist organization that advocated for New York City museums to improve their ethical relationship to artists and to the public. They argued that museums should improve public access by waiving admission fees and implement more inclusive exhibition policies to encourage shows by women and minorities. In 1969, the AWC submitted a list of demands to MoMA, including that a “section of the Museum, under the direction of black artists, should be devoted to showing the accomplishments of black artists.” MoMA’s Board of Trustees recommended that the institution embrace a more inclusive approach to collecting, exhibiting, and public programming, and the Bearden exhibition was one of the first outcomes of this recommendation. See images of the installation, read the out-of-print exhibition catalogue, and more. 22 of #52exhibitions
[Romare Bearden. The Dove. 1964. Cut-and-pasted printed paper, gouache, pencil, and colored pencil on board. Blanchette Hooker Rockefeller Fund. Photo: Thomas Griesel]
Jenny Saville
