Bernard Perlin (b. Nov. 21, 1918): The Farewell, 1952 - casein on fiberboard (Smithsonian)
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Patrick Watson ~ Big Bird In A Small Cage ( via )
James Jean, Eden. Pencil, Ink, & Digital, 30 x 36”, 2009.
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Smoking in the porch light. Branches creaking over head. Something flapping in the junk pile out beyond the shed.
Haunted.
That chill you feel on a late night walk as autumn’s windswept palette scatters up behind you.
The hurried sound blossoms into a thousand possible dreads and when you spin around, ready to confront the dangers streaking out of the shadows that stalk you - only a wave of leaves breaks around your shoes.
Yellow gold and red.
The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labour and his leisure, his mind and his body, his information and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him he’s always doing both.
Kafkaesque kiss - a kiss that starts out feeling like it’s about to transform you but ends up just bugging you.
via Trivium
Grip - Andy B. Clarkson
Image via Miss Lori Blair.
‘That woman was sexy…Out of your league? Son. Let women figure out why they won’t screw you, don’t do it for them.’
Image via Jibby Blue.
Jay-Z feat Amil & Ja Rule, Can I Get A…
” Friday music is all about music to dance around a stripper pole to.”
~ Sherry
Engraving by Max Ernst.
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Gpoyw • With Lady J at The Pack AD show last weekend …
I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape one way or another. No more walls.
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