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I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul

April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.
— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via petrichour) —


razorshapes:

Linus Lohoff - Blue Blues





ppicasso:

People look at the stage curtain entitled ‘the Minotaur’s body dressed as Harlequin’ painted by Picasso in 1936 for Romain Rolland’s play ‘Le 14 Juillet’ at the Abattoirs museum in Toulouse, south of France, on April 28, 2011. The museum will be hosting the ‘Modern and contempory masterpieces’ exhibition from April, 15 to August 21, 2011.

ppicasso:

People look at the stage curtain entitled ‘the Minotaur’s body dressed as Harlequin’ painted by Picasso in 1936 for Romain Rolland’s play ‘Le 14 Juillet’ at the Abattoirs museum in Toulouse, south of France, on April 28, 2011. The museum will be hosting the ‘Modern and contempory masterpieces’ exhibition from April, 15 to August 21, 2011.



nevver:

Singapore

nevver:

Singapore



fokstrot:

Lyndie Dourthe

fokstrot:

Lyndie Dourthe



artchipel:

Valerie Hegarty - Cathedral. Wood, armature wire, wire mesh, Magic-Sculpt, paper-mache, plastic, canvas, wood glue, gel mediums, thread, sand, 81”x48”x 34” (2010)
[Curator’s Monday with arpeggia]

artchipel:

Valerie Hegarty - Cathedral. Wood, armature wire, wire mesh, Magic-Sculpt, paper-mache, plastic, canvas, wood glue, gel mediums, thread, sand, 81”x48”x 34” (2010)

[Curator’s Monday with arpeggia]





I have so much of you in my heart.
— John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (via larmoyante) —


room42:

“You will realise, that this combination of red-ochre, of green gloomed over by grey, the black streaks surrounding the contours, produce something of the sensation of anguish called ‘rouge-noir’, from which certain of my companions in misfortunes suffer.” ~ Vincent  van Gogh to Emile Bernard

room42:

“You will realise, that this combination of red-ochre, of green gloomed over by grey, the black streaks surrounding the contours, produce something of the sensation of anguish called ‘rouge-noir’, from which certain of my companions in misfortunes suffer.” ~ Vincent  van Gogh to Emile Bernard


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