Silk chiffon dress | Leslie Hindman Auctioneers | 1920s
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Silk chiffon dress | Leslie Hindman Auctioneers | 1920s
SAMUJI 2017
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The Severed Head of Medusa by artist Damien Hirst is made of a single piece of crystal glass that took three months to cool in an oven. This final product is the fifth attempt at molding the work from molten crystal; the first four cracked in the cooling process.
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These are ‘nail totems’ by Leanne Helin who is a Tsimshian First Nations native woman. She is an artist in the Northwest who hand-engraves these pieces. You can buy these pieces and her gallery is here. Support First Nations businesses!
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I’ve learned to love the quiet moments..
My home is crazy.
It’s like the 70s moved in and just decided to stay there forever. The only thing thriving in this generation is me and sometimes I match my home. I sit outside with mason jars of homemade lemonade, with my head laid back and I’m humming Rose Royce.
Sometimes, I just sit down in this slouchy chair which is probably the newest thing next to me and I think or I go outside and admire the clothes line filled with wash towels and rugs.
It’s scary how everything inspires me. It makes me wanna be colorful, endearing, and different because no matter how many years it’s been talked about or frowned upon, this house never changes. This world needs that.