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Convoy - transporting precious cargo
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Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists, and those that have attracted my attention, in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.
The art of Peach MoMoKo.
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girlwithlandscape · 10 days
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“gravestone in pet cemetery, lisbon” (1998) by nan goldin
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nathannnnn get OUT of my head!!!!!
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The first oyster.
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the moon seen through a telescope between 1920-1925
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Cuties
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George Harrison and Bob Dylan, playing tennis on the Isle of Wight in 1969.
To Harrison, Dylan was both a friend and hero. “George used to hang over the balcony videoing Bob while Bob wasn’t aware of it”, said [Tom] Petty. “Bob would be sitting at the piano, playing, and George would tape it and listen to it all night.”
(Rolling Stone magazine, September 2011)
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In honor of A Restless Truth, a sequel to this Leyendecker inspired piece I did for Book 1. Featuring some of my all time favourite secondary characters and a random seagull that’s not in the book (spoilers) @Fahye
My The Last Binding tag, and my art tag
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girlwithlandscape · 11 days
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Cosmo Danchin-Hamard
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Mars Black
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“After a performance, I came out into the lobby where a middle-aged Dutch woman was waiting to see me. She politely inquired, “What is Hans doing now?” I responded, “Who do you mean by Hans?” “Hans Buruma, my husband,” she said. As she explained it, Hans Buruma was once in charge of mail delivery at the Amsterdam Central Post Office. Three years before, he had attended Heretics (Jashumon), a guest production from Tokyo presented by my theatre troupe at the Mickery Theater. Just after the play began, two men masked in black leaped down into the audience area, grabbed her husband by the arms, and forcibly dragged him up onto the stage. Once onstage, Hans was dressed in a costume and made up, and before he knew it, he had become a character in the play. At least two times during the course of the play, she clearly saw her husband joining other characters who together pulled the ropes. He seemed to be enjoying himself. But when the play was over, Hans never returned to his seat in the audience. The wife waited for two hours, then went to the dressing room, but the members of the company had already returned to the hotel. That night, Hans failed to come home. After two more nights, he still hadn’t returned. By then, the company had left Holland and moved on to West Germany. She thought he had joined the company, that “they hired Hans for his acting skill.” She thought, “My husband is in the play.” Now. after three years had passed, she was pleading with me, “Please give me back my husband.” I had to tell her that I had never heard this story before. Neither I nor anyone in the company knew a middle-aged Dutchman named Hans Buruma. There was no evidence indicating that such a person had been with us during the past three years. When I told her that I didn’t know him, she was on the verge of tears. “Then where is Hans?” she asked. Three years ago–one middle-aged male post-office delivery worker evaporated into our play. In this case, we cannot distinguish where the drama ends and reality begins.”
— Shuji Terayama, The Labyrinth and the Dead Sea: My Theatre, translated by Carol Sorgenfried in Unspeakable Acts: The Avant-Garde Theatre of Terayama Shuji
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2 AM sketch that i may or may not finish someday of that fantasy high scene that never left my mind
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