Sleeping Woman, Félix Vallotton, 1898
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Sleeping Woman, Félix Vallotton, 1898
Still You Bloom in This Land of No Gardens (2021) by Njideka Akunyili Crosby
The Glass - Stefan Jansson , 2025
Swedish , b. 1962 -
Acrylic , 50 x 70 cm.
Picnic on the Grounds, Toyin Ojih Odutola, 2017-18
Pastel, charcoal, and pencil on paper 74 ½ x 50 in. (189.23 x 127 cm)
Nude women and Cats, 1898, Felix Vallotton
Richard Musgrave-Evans (Australian), Cattle in Misty Morning Light, 2026, Oil on cradled wood panel
Think of Me - Melissa Franklin Sanchez , 2017.
British , b. 1984 -
Oil on copper,
hey does anyone have that poem. about the author seeing two boys cuddling on a hotel lobby couch, where he refers to it as something like an island of safe anonymity or smth. its been 5000 years my college boyfriend had it written out and pinned to his wall
THANK YOU @witchoflight it is indeed "on traveling together" by Kayleb Rae Candrilli
Hilma af Klint, Doves No. 2, 1915.
Giacomo Balla, 1914
Louise Bourgeois
Untitled (1950)
Come. And Be My Baby, Maya Angelou
That little house you see in eye exams.
'Self-Portrait: Pt. 12 The Wave'. Matsuyama Miyabi. 2023.
Spilling Over - Eric G. Thompson , 2025.
American , b. 1970 -
Egg tempera , 9 x 12 in.
Ways of Being Lonely
by Kim Addonizio
Like a haunted river no bridge wants to lay itself down over. Like a taxidermied grizzly in the student union. You cry at a frequency only subatomic insects can hear. That time with him in Houston. Sometimes you flame into a scary flower. An eruption of coherence in the postmodern seminar. You stand in a shallow creek and your reflection floats slowly downstream without you. Alcohol is your emotional-support animal. The fan hums erratically. An unclaimed suitcase of miniature toiletries, burst open on the baggage carrousel. Like an amoeba without an e-scooter. An extra in an epic battle scene, trampled by a non-Equity horse. You’re a red-breasted flute, but everyone else is a dowel. A Zen koan growing in the White House Rose Garden. Sun-damaged curtains in the parlor of an abandoned friendship. You’re the queen, but you’re a bee being swept into the pool’s filtration system. Like a version, touched for the very last time. Spooky piano music rising from the dishwater. You wake up alone to a bird reciting Keats.
My Love on the Wall. Ding Wenjie.