"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
Cosmic Funnies
RMH
Xuebing Du
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shark vs the universe
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Love Begins
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almost home
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if i look back, i am lost
KIROKAZE
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
Credit : Javier Mayoral
Christmas turkey, Remedios Varo
Born Again, Remedios Varo
Vegeta Vampires, Remedios Varo
The Birth of Liquid Fears, 1932, Salvador Dali
Medium: oil,canvas
The looking glass, 1963, Rene Magritte
Medium: oil,canvas
Nude Lying on a Couch by Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, The Barnes Foundation
Barnes Foundation (Philadelphia), Collection Gallery, Room 08, East Wall Medium: Oil on panel
Alphonse Mucha (1860-1939) âEvening reverie (nocturnal slumber)â (1898) Art Nouveau
Mental complacency 1950
Rene Magritte
Really liking Magritte these days.
The week with four thursdays, 1949, Balthus
https://www.wikiart.org/en/balthus/the-week-with-four-thursdays-1949
René Magritte, The Anger of Gods, 1960
Plane Filling Motif with Human Figures 1921
M.C. Escher
âI simply canât relax. My mind is like a brook, always running, always seeking, always murmuring. I was born with an arrow in my heart, and it is painful to pull it and it is painful to leave it.â
â Kahlil Gibran, in a letter to Mary Haskell, from Beloved Prophet: The Love Letters of Kahlil Gibran and Mary Haskell, and her private journal
As we leave the front pages in bed With the war raging on in our heads I could write a swath of humanity off âCause of something that I just read
But I donât want to fight fire with fire And I donât want to preach to the choir Giving just as much hell as I get To people Iâd probâly like if I met
So whether these days leave you laughing or crying If youâre doing your best to be kind This land is as much yours as mine As god is my witness I made this for you