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When I think of a landscape I am thinking of a time. When I talk of taking a trip I mean forever. I could say: those mountains have a meaning but further than that I could not say.

Adrienne Rich, Valediction Forbidding Mourning

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Is there something strange in what we have done? Explain if you can my confusion and my fright: I shudder with fear when you say: 'My angel!' And yet I feel my mouth moving toward you. Do not look at me that way, you, my dearest thought: The sister of my choice whom I'd love forever Even if you were an ambush prepared for me And the beginning of my perdition.”

Charles Baudelaire

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When You Feel Sad, Morita Doji

When you feel sad, bring your cheek near mine
When you are lonely, match your chest with mine
Just the two of us, holding our breath
We had heard the sound of insects
It was that sort of lonesome end of summer When you feel sad, bring your cheek near mine
When you are lonely, match your chest with mine
Just the two of us, closing our eyes,
We were waiting for sleep to befall us.
It was that sort of lonesome form of love When you feel sad, bring your cheek near mine
When you are lonely, match your chest with mine
Just the two of us, toward the abyss of night,
Trembling, we were departing together.
It was that sort of lonesome beginning of the two of us.

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Hannah Höch, Dadism

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Kim Dorland, Ghosts of you and me

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Follower of Hieronymus Bosch, The Vision of Tondale.

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Piet Mondrian.

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Rauschenberg's White Paintings. A set of pure and simple paintings that reflect all but are limited to none.

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Michael Kagan. Paintings inspired by space travel.

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Laughing At the Word Two Only That Illumined One Who keeps Seducing the formless into form Had the charm to win my Heart. Only a Perfect One Who is always Laughing at the word Two Can make you know Of Love.

The Gift, Hafiz

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"Let us look into each other's eyes. Let us become alive with curiosity as Galileo and his night skies. Let us revel in the infinite possibility of probable plethora. Let us bask in blinding light of euphoria. Let us relinquish all that we think we know. Let us become mad with puzzled beauty, as Van Gogh... and paint our faces with smiles ablaze. Let us dance in a vibrational daze. Let us immerse ourselves in the physical, emotional, spiritual essence of each other through looping reflection. Let us be so vulnerable to share fleeting intimate connection, to share all we were, are, and will be...without vocal communication. All of our fears and each aspiration with thoughtless reaction and absent conviction. Let us for that brief moment, own each other, owning ourselves through nothing more than a smile and returned vision. Let us experience that human scale cosmic collision."

Dianna Jordyan Carroll

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“Criticism and art history have, on occasion, bestowed a high status on the precursors of a movement later deemed significant. This is a notion that should be handled with the utmost care; it suggests that art progresses in the same way as science, one discovery becoming possible thanks to an earlier one, whose sole importance was its pioneering role. Unlike science, art does not ‘progress.’ It adapts to changing social relationships and modes of production and registers transformations in everyday life and in the representations of the world.”

Michael Gibson, Symbolis

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David Lynch.

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Anthony Micallef.

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Anthony Micallef, The Girls in Pink series. This is a reminder to us of what society, capitalism, and consumerism imposes on people.

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Sunny Meadow, Hans Emmenegger.

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Birds and foxes. Mystery creatures. Creatures, I believe, hold a distinct light and energy. They seem to have a separate, mystical kind of aura, personality. The bird seems to be telling the foxes of flight. And they're dressed up. They're children playing.