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Debbie Harry photographed by Lynn Goldsmith - 1977
Henry Hering - Diana
Beautyâs Altar, 1900, by Hubert von Herkomer (1849-1914)
Henri Fantin-Latour (French, 1836 - 1904), Reines marguerites, 1872. Oil on canvas, 45.1 x 49.5 cm.
David Thorpe - Model Wearing Jewelry by Adrian Mann (Harperâs Bazaar 1969)
Dynamo machine, 1913, Natalia Goncharova
Dogwood Blossoms, Natalia Goncharova
artist:Â quentin monge
In my milk and butter bread days, I was taught to spread my palms wide enough to know how much I could hold. I knew then my heart carries a basket of words. Each year, I learned to collect metaphors from vineyards, orchid gardens, and withered succulents on strangerâs windowsillsâ all the while filling up another basket to squeeze into the narrow corners of my heart. But these words arenât always familiar to me: Usually they belong to someone elseâs mouth, some beggarâs story, some loverâs dream, some farmerâs silent cry, some orphanâs wishful lullaby. There are vocabularies inside my heart: most of which are throbbing peculiarities always waiting for the baskets to unweave themselves into separate Rattan strands. When they are freedâif they will ever beâmy hands are readily open to catch them as they fall.
â Valerie T.
Art by PedroTapa
https://society6.com/pedrotapa
robertocustodioartâ: Carmen DellâOrefice / Westeast Magazine, Issue 32 ETHOS 2010. Photos & Coordination: MoDaâs Touch