Philosophy - Dmitry Kochanovich, 2019 (1st) Oil on canvas, 100x120cm
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Philosophy - Dmitry Kochanovich, 2019 (1st) Oil on canvas, 100x120cm
Ideal - Dmitry Kochanovich, 2019 (2nd) Oil on canvas
Persepolis (2007) Directed by Marjane Satrapi & Vincent Paronnaud
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“Existential Reflection” (digital illustration) — CW
nothing matters:(……
holy shit!!
Nothing Matters!!!!! :DDDD
“Existential”, acrylic on canvas🌙✨
“Love is the answer,” the wall insists, like a palimpsest of exhausted certainties — a phrase so over-circulated it has become almost apotropaic in its repetition.
And yet, standing here, I think of the writers who arrived at the same conclusion only after circling the perimeter of despair — after anatomising cruelty, entropy, and the quiet attrition of human relationships.
There is a difference between the sentimental and the salvific.
Between the facile injunction to “be kind” and the unadorned recognition that tenderness is the last remaining instrument against annihilation.
Sometimes a cliché endures because it is all that survives after the rest of the language has collapsed.
Even William Burroughs saw it, eventually.
In one of his final journal entries, he writes:
“Love? What is it? Most natural painkiller what there is. LOVE.”
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✮ A Sliver in Eden's Wall ✮
Not long agothe twilight called you into her arms;into to the depths of the unknown,left your name in the care of this worldsweetest sound that leapt from your mother’s lipsand ours.The tides where you are is unperturbedby the mortal wind,and in the clouds a garden sprawlsand thrives at the tip of its universe.We can only imagine.If such letter scribbled here shines a light; if our candles…