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Monja Gentschow (German, b. 1986, Berlin, Germany) - Pool 2, 2022, Paintings: Acrylic on Canvas
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Something simple as a cooldown, have some bunnies!
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Mary Herbert (British, b. 1988, Welwyn, Hertfordshire, England, based London, England) - Holding Both, 2022-23, Paintings: Oil on Linen
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I followed all alone, one April day
The tender, upward gesture of a hill;
Prim-roses frolicked laughing, in my way
And lush grass shivered with a passing thrill.
And one wild plum tree caught me, like a lad
Of ancient Grecian beauty, white and gold,
And oh! the tree was exquisitely mad
With wine of late Spring wind, wine sweet and cold…
Cloud shadows trailed the fabric of their lace,
The tree-lad swayed until it touched my hair,
And drifted petals on my upturned face
Until they brushed my mouth and rested there.
Hot tears clung startled to my lashes tips…
Had not a wild plum tree just kissed my lips?
Encounter by Dorothy Page
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Spring went by with laughter
Down the greening hills,
Singing lyric snatches,
Crowned with daffodils;
Now, by breath of roses
As the soft day closes
Know that April's promise
June fulfills.
Youth goes by with gladness
Faery woodlands through,
Led by starry visions,
Fed with honey-dew;
Life, who dost forever
Urge the high endeavor,
Grant that all the dreaming
Time brings true!
A Madrigal by Elizabeth Roberts MacDonald
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Маша Каша aka Masha Kasha aka Msh Kshh (Russian) - Laundry Day, Wash your Troubles Away, 2021, Drawings
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something by me because it's april 24th and maybe i can set it down, for some of the time
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‘Can I Get Over My Debilitating Social Anxiety?’ by J.P. Brammer
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Rainer Maria Rilke in his letter to Franz Kappus, 16 July 1903, featured in Letters to a Young Poet (translated by Charlie Louth)
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whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision
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