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Ink Artwork by Endre Penovác
Instagram.com/p/C1BQ1_5rYJp/?igsh=bXp1NzN5cDNhenMx
Margaret Nazon — Galaxy Cluster [velvet with beading (glass, plastic and organic material), canvas backing, 2016]
"do you know excel"
no, but i know kindness. i know friendship. i know love. i know how to see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wildflower. i know how to hold infinity in the palm of my hand, and eternity in an hour
"Letting Go"
Ink on paper.
Amy Beager (British, 1988) - After Etty (2023)
Swatch “Ticking Brain”
Maxim Vorobiev, Oak fractured by a lightning. Allegory on the artist’s wife death, 1842
if we could read minds I still don't think we'd understand them.
like I've spoken to people who think in images, who have to translate each thought into words before they communicate. and I think entirely in words, laid out across the void inside my head. my father's thinking is 3d, concepts structured in ways that are incredibly difficult to translate into words. and how would that look to me, if I could see into it? how do I perceive a thought that my mind cannot contain by the nature of their construction?
we all speak a private language to ourselves and we are always translating so we can speak to each other...don't touch me I'm emotional
Hadal: 'love language' robe with an Arabic love poem by Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish embroidered onto the sleeve.
The poem reads:
قالوا: تموت بها حبـاًً، فقلـت لهـم. ألا اذكروها علـى قبـري فتحيينـي
English translation: They asked "Do you love her to death?" | said "Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life."
I love very specific cakes
whenever i see the moon it’s like ok i want six blurry pictures of that on my phone so bad
{Cero Umano}, photograph by Gorche