Pablo Palazuelo, Untitled, 1986 [Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofía, Madrid]
Illustration Robert Stobridge, mid 60's Please refer to the blog linked above for this and so much more
Masa-San: ‘Green Love Letter’ (1989) Location: Fujino, Kanagawa, Japan
ᴇᴢʀᴀ ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ᴋᴇᴀᴛs Artwork from his 1962 book The Snowy Day.
Miffy and Mondrian, from the book Nijntje in het Museum (Miffy at the Museum), 1997 | illustration Dick Bruna (Dutch, 1927–2017)
what a guy
2014-09-03
It's the Martyr's Prize Diamond gaze Eyes like pimples simple Simon I gotta make ends meet skim the water line like I'm taking a seat Saving my tears for the marginal me and the me that was made to eat me
Ayyyyy but give the pamphlet thank god, it's a dress code nothing bad happens to hamlet said I, among the nonfiction fates thank god for these men and their women the women who operates to realize her own oppression her own demise confessions to concessions til the fins congregate til they take us to heaven without the lessons This is how we destroy we this is how we forsake we we been dead for weeks tools for the fool and weak tools from the master subscription code inheritance of the meek never get old fire for thine eyes hooked without the hook you made it this far, look you've been dead for weeks happy feet disappearing in god fearing tar buy a bigger car never get old
Eleni R
Carlos Ochagavia, 1978
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When words are filled with sincerity and support, they find their way to people's hearts. Thank you from the depths of my heart to my friend Divinely May ❤, who not only supported me with her words but also became my voice in this challenging journey.
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“Fluffy”. ハク☆ラガマフィン@WeUADL1Ws02osvw
There is no such thing as society said one of the worst people ever Okay shuffle up deal out Five There is freedom to, yes a king hit me But no freedom from, twenty whatever ah damn, shuffle up deal out There is freedom to live in piety gain notoriety, drink, steal, be snobby have anxiety, depression, homelessness oh wait shuffle up deal out There is freedom to, hmm I think should stand wait, okay, but who are those freedoms for Ugh ,short shuffle up deal out 21 yes finally the freedom for a soup company to poison the finally the freedom for coal company to poison the finally the freedom for a plastics company to poison the river whats in the river? did I win? wrong game did I win? “no, and you will be escorted out now”
Eleni R
Javier Arizmendi-Kalb (Mexican, b. 1960s), JUNTO AL HUMO, 2022. Oil and oil crayon on canvas, 72 x 60 in.
The wind blows so hard through the riverside in slow then fast the wind pushes me inside, the coffee promises a good time to last a ride back home, for me it doesn't get much better it doesn't have to
The cafe was so warm that I took my coat off and the food looks tasty in the display in the mood for quiche? or maybe a cookie or two please, I got the person behind me that's my friend the breeze pushed them in to remind me of how lucky I can be
Eleni R
again and again and again and again
Poster advertising Omega bicycles, featuring a young man smoking a pipe while riding a bicycle (c. 1920). Artwork by Albert Dorfinant.
Munther Isaac's Christmas message from Bethlehem. It's in English so there's no mistaking who needs to hear it. Please don't ignore it.
"We will be OK. Despite the immense blow we have endured, we, the Palestinians, will recover. We will rise. We will stand up again from the midst of destruction, as we have always done as Palestinians. Although this is, by far, maybe the biggest blow we have received in a long time, but we will be OK. But for those who are complicit, I feel sorry for you. Will you ever recover from this? Your charity and your words of shock after the genocide won't make a difference, and I know these words of shock are coming, and I know people will give generously for charity, but your words won't make a difference. Words of regret won't suffice for you. And let me say it; we will not accept your apology after the genocide. What has been done has been done. I want you to look in the mirror, and ask: Where was I when Gaza was going through a genocide?"
"Minoan ladies in blue" frescoe at the Palace of Knossos, Minoan (Crete), circa 1500 BC
To the elders, the middle aged, the children, and the yet to be born <3 You are all so lovely
Late Night Snow - Jeremy Miranda , 2024.
American , b. 1980 -
Acrylic on board , 10 x 12 in.
yes, it is true yes, even you too you are still beautiful when you are 50 and you are still beautiful when you are 60 and 70 and 80 and 90 and and and after all these years you are still beautiful, my dear
Eleni R
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and it did not. The first day after a death, the new absence Is always the same; we should be careful Of each other, we should be kind While there is still time. - Philip Larkin
Healthcare is a human right! End the genocide! Free Palestine!
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The figure of yourself (name redacted) appears at the corner of Aesthetics and Nostalgia
So the roulette wheel of impressions disappears behind curtains where on stage, who should near
The stranger to yourself who inhabits your stare above, beneath With teeth like plastic chairs
The figure of yourself (name reviled) desires their gruesome styles and their teeth and perfect hairs
repeat as needed, yourself (name unimportant) will see the curse a message you will not heed
repeat as needed, yourself (arguably? who cares?) will see that this is the only way, to feel
Eleni R
Comrades, undecideds, and somatic cynics. It is nice to meet you. It is nice move on from the leisurely ghouls, the misanthropic and parasitic fools of fear and insecurity who have delighted in your pain, misery, and loneliness.
The cold winter wind of hatred is harsh but you are loved. To the changed, it is nice to meet you The hands on the cave wall will outlast us all So please, help me go with compassion In the meetings arranged, in spirit, exchanged The hands on the cave wall will outlast us all It is nice to meet you
Eleni R