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She doesn’t think she might be in over her head until she’s crumpled over the toilet, heaving up lunch. Even then, it’s a momentary thought. When the regurgitation subsides, she flushes the toilet, washes her face, brushes her teeth. As she steps back into the kitchen, her father’s mantra rings in her head: “When shit happens, shit’s gotta get done.”
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“Visible Light” series by Alexander Harding
Gustav Klimt (1862-1918) - Bildnis Fräulein Lieser
Oil on canvas. Painted in 1917.
65.1 x 31.5 inches, 140 x 80 cm. Estimate: €30,000,000-50,000,000.
Sold im Kinsky, Vienna, 24 April 2024 for €38,500,000 incl B.P.
The Myth of Innocence
by Louise Glück
One summer she goes into the field as usual stopping for a bit at the pool where she often looks at herself, to see if she detects any changes. She sees the same person, the horrible mantle of daughterliness still clinging to her.
The sun seems, in the water, very close. That’s my uncle spying again, she thinks — everything in nature is in some way her relative. I am never alone, she thinks, turning the thought into a prayer. Then death appears, like the answer to a prayer.
No one understands anymore how beautiful he was. But Persephone remembers. Also that he embraced her, right there, with her uncle watching. She remembers sunlight flashing on his bare arms.
This is the last moment she remembers clearly. Then the dark god bore her away.
She also remembers, less clearly, the chilling insight that from this moment she couldn’t live without him again.
The girl who disappears from the pool will never return. A woman will return, looking for the girl she was.
She stands by the pool saying, from time to time, I was abducted, but it sounds wrong to her, nothing like what she felt. Then she says, I was not abducted. Then she says, I offered myself, I wanted to escape my body. Even, sometimes, I willed this. But ignorance
cannot will knowledge. Ignorance wills something imagined, which it believes exists.
All the different nouns — she says them in rotation. Death, husband, god, stranger. Everything sounds so simple, so conventional. I must have been, she thinks, a simple girl.
She can’t remember herself as that person but she keeps thinking the pool will remember and explain to her the meaning of her prayer so she can understand whether it was answered or not.
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[ID: An embroidery piece of an anatomically correct heart (made from glittering beads in various shades of green) surrounded by two white flowers and numerous leaves (made from embroidery thread) on white fabric. End ID]
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Have and Have Not (2006) Crystal Schenk
look i reblogged this because this piece FUCKS but then
then I looked in the notes and y’know.
some people seems confused.
Why a shopping cart with stained glass?
or This would be cool to shop with
or something about religion and NO
NO
THIS. Is about HOMES.
That style stained glass? Those diamonds? They speak to me, and they say “Townhouse”. and FANCY townhouse, at that. They say “City home, old home, a home that is RICH, a shelter from the storm and a safe place for a family”.
But on! a! shopping cart!
That evokes - to me - Homelessness.
The person on the street who had no other choice but to steal the best cart they could from a store’s corral just to have a way to transport the meager belongings that are all they fucking have in this world. And it’s NOT a home or a safe place or a shelter but it’s all you fucking have!
And this piece goes and puts them fucking together! AND NAMES IT.
Yeah this is fucking ART.
Elena Wuest - An Afternoon Tea II, 2026 - Oil on canvas
HOW’S THAT HOUSE THAT RAISED YOU? - Lev St. Valentine
[ image description: green and black text against a white background that reads as follows:
HOW'S THAT HOUSE THAT RAISED YOU?
There's a method to growing rhubarb called "forcing" where it's raised in total darkness and tended to in brief intervals of candlelight. The plant thrives only because it's looking for an absent sun, and extends so fast you can hear the growing pains. Forcing can weaken the crop but if done correctly can yield a sweeter, more desirable result. Not everything needs to be an allegory. All the same, I am aware that there are things that have happened in my formative years that I have no words to describe and that only God's eyes have seen.
Lev St. Valentine / end description ]
GUSTAVE BAUMANN. Grandma Battin's Garden (Hoosier Garden), 1926.
"Warmth", by KillerRabbitMedia
Kenny Harris (American, b. 1974, Palo Alto, CA, USA, based Venice, CA, USA) - 1: Moka With Chartreuse, 2024 2: Moka With Teal, 2024 3: Moka With Blue And Violet, 2024, Paintings: Oil on Panel
the designs in this batch of commissions are Choice… (commissioner is not active on social media so no tag!)
Osijek, Croatia.
Leaft art by Nicola Faller of Slama Art project.
August 2021.
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Keiran Brennan Hinton (Canadian, b. 1992, Toronto, Canada) - Blue Skies, 2024, Paintings: Oil on Linen
