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Please picture me very grumpily finishing my three wips instead of starting my exciting new ballgown the fabric market gods have denied me
Hell yes. Spring Break 2013. Pop a Molly and get jolly in south beach. New York is a dream to me now.
Joan Baez performing It Ain't Me Babe in Stockholm, Sweden in 1966
My Messy Desk, 2006
The secluded village of Zalipie in southeastern Poland is home to a charming tradition. Over a century ago the women of the village began to paint their houses.
HH: Â Look at that cute little dog house.
Gustav Klimt - Insel im Attersee (Island in the Attersee), 1901â02, oil on canvas, 100.5 x 100.5 cm
Who is Cassandra? For a dime she will tell you that the swimming pool is full of blood. Like spacetime, she is nonlinear, non narrative and the most beautiful of Priamâs daughters according to Homer who says that when she stood up to prophesy she shone like a lamp in a bomb shelter. Your eye is inclined to bounce off then glue itself onto Cassandraâs surface. The longer you look at her the more fiercely you have to struggle to see her light which seems to sink its beam into you at hotter and hotter frequency. Eventually you notice that something stinks. It is the gelatin go your own eyeball. A smell at once small and gigantic, some people found it sexual, I did not. To me it is the smell of matter experiencing its own future. Scientifically, the smell of a rip in spacetime.
- Anne Carson, âCassandra Float Canâ, from Float Â
Hans Baluschek (German, 1870-1935, b. WrocĆaw, Poland, d. Berlin, Germany) - Illustration for Peterchen's Trip to the Moon, 1920 by Gerdt von Bassewitz, Paintings: Gouache, Watercolor
Ira Lupu
âwho cuts that little bullshit on your faceâ sun
âmom, mom, mom, mom, mom. reaping. going. now.â moon
âthe games. the hUnGeR gAmEsâ rising
overlooking Gurnard's Head Mine at Treen Cove
A bound volume of original botanic illustrations including flowers plants and funghi
83 pencil sketches highlighted with water colour - bound c1823Â
Unknown artist
Henni Alftan (b. 1979) - Corduroy, 2020
oil on canvas, 60 x 73 cm