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Ken Gun Min (Korean, 1976) - Ambiguous Yoga Club (2023)
Arghavan Khosravi (Iranian, 1984) - She Had a Dream Date (2018)
Alice Dalton Brown (American b.1939), Summer Breeze, 1995, Oil on linen, 50 in. x 70.25 in
so basically it only has to make sense to me
The Kitchen Entity came crawling out of the oven vent, and now it just hovers here in the middle of the room, like some kind of domesticated jellyfish. When you turn on the microwave, it crackles like a geiger counter. On warm days, it smells like mom's special m&m pancakes.
Made a little fireworks because I'm nostalgic
"XVI (The Tower)" watercolor, 2025.
Original artwork and prints available for inquiry
Workers in the Shower (from the series 'Gaswork', 1982-84)
by Nikos Markou (b. 1959)
Annieo Klaas - Daydream No. 2, 2024 - Oil on canvas
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Graphite, pencil, and oil pastel on paper, 10x13”
2026
God
by Michael Bazzett
for Ada Limón
Look, it’s not that I believe in him. Nor he in me. We have moved beyond all that. I just like having someone there in the dark. Usually we sit in silence, waiting for passing headlights to glide across the ceiling and knock stray prayers loose from where they got stuck on their way out, so many years ago. It’s almost like finding old piñata candy, says God, picking one from the floorboards. He unwraps it, takes a quick taste. Winces. Nods like he’s just remembered something for the thousandth, thousandth time. What is it? I ask. It’s kind of like chewing tinfoil, he says. All that aching naked hope.
Garden Hose Watercolor, gouache, and graphite on paper, 8x11″ 2017