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Palestinians with Olive trees, which are native to the Palestinian land. Olives symbolise healing, cleansing, richness, healing and victory. Traces of the Olive tree date back 6 thousand years— read more about Olive trees of Palestine here, where you can also order authentic Palestinian olive oil!

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Water lily species - Inka Sigel , 2010.

German , b. 1967 -

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House of Gucci (2021)

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Shark Enjoying some sea grass.......

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The amazing Antarctic moss

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Table , blue - Friedel Anderson , 2007.

German, b. 1954 -

Oil on canvas , 100 x 1000 cm.

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Naomi Shihab Nye, “Sometimes I Pretend.” A Maze Me: Poems for Girls

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Talleyville III by Simon Byrne

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ana mendieta “people looking at blood, moffit, iowa” 1973

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“In this piece, Mendieta spilled a large amount of what appeared to be chunky blood over a doorway and sidewalk on an Iowa City street. Then she removed herself from the scene and, from a distance, photographed the reactions of various passersby. […] It intimates to passersby that a grievous and dramatic injury has taken place, but it gives no explanation and, more important, no recourse to action. It may incite horror, concern, compassion, and revulsion—in short, pity and fear—but it doesn’t offer anywhere for these feelings to go. […] Each pedestrian’s only real choice is to walk on by, which looks from the outside—and likely felt, on the inside—like an uncaring abandonment, even if of an indeterminate or imaginary entity. […] And somewhere out of sight lurks Mendieta, a voyeur of each passerby’s involuntary voyeurism. […] People Looking at Blood says, Look at this pile of carnage, with no clear story, source, assailant, or victim. Just look at it. Now look at others looking at it. (And I will be looking at you looking.)”

— The Art of Cruelty, Maggie Nelson

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Ana Mendieta was murdered by her husband and fellow artist Carl Andre. This work became a self fulfilling prophecy and meditation on tragedy, the nature of violence, and peoples unwillingness to help.

And no I will not shut up about this.