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lilstealth:

Lindsay Lawson, Press Days (2013)

lilstealth:

Lindsay Lawson, Press Days (2013)

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earlymodernart:

Edgar Degas - Forest in the Mountains, c. 1890

earlymodernart:

Edgar Degas - Forest in the Mountains, c. 1890

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aubreylstallard:

Camille Henrot

aubreylstallard:

Camille Henrot

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youngisdumb:

Marise Maas

Yoohoo 
2012
Acrylic and oil on paper
50cm X 70cm

youngisdumb:

Marise Maas

Yoohoo 

2012

Acrylic and oil on paper

50cm X 70cm

leah-jensen:

here is a gif to show how I make my carved porcelain pieces

leah-jensen:

here is a gif to show how I make my carved porcelain pieces

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" Maybe I only had a relationship with her as a photographer, not as a partner. If I hadn’t documented her death, both the description of my state of mind and my declaration of love would have been incomplete. I found consolation in unmasking lust and loss, by staging a bitter confrontation between symbols. After Yoko’s death, I didn’t want to photograph anything but life – honestly. Yet every time I pressed the button, I ended up close to death, because to photograph is to stop time. I want to tell you something, listen closely: photography is murder. "
Nobuyoshi Araki  (via matxcova)

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5 days ago | Permalink

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"

After some hours, the dogs, exhausted by running round, almost dead, their tongues hanging out, set upon one another and, not knowing what they are doing, tear one another into thousands of pieces with incredible rapidity. Yet they do not do this out of cruelty.

One day, a glazed look in her eyes, my mother said to me: ‘When you are in bed and you hear the barking of the dogs in the countryside, hide beneath your blanket, but do not deride what they do: they have an insatiable thirst for the infinite, as you, and I, and all other pale, long-faced human beings do.’

Since that time, I have respected the dead woman’s wish. Like those dogs I feel the need for the infinite. I cannot, cannot satisfy this need. I am the son of a man and a woman, from what I have been told.

This astonishes me… I believed I was something more.

"
Comte de Lautréamont, Les Chants de Maldoror
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1 week ago | Permalink
choked:


“no sky no earth but still snowflakes fall”

choked:

“no sky no earth but still snowflakes fall”

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