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From the glorious 1950s

Sympathy, Remedios Varo

Medium: oil,masonite

https://www.wikiart.org/en/remedios-varo/sympathy-1955

Should I post stuff here?

If you are listening and want to see a more b-side, alternative, experimental sejkko in here let me know.

Frida 🐱💖 . . (at Anjos)

“lonely houses” by Manuel Pita

https://www.pinterest.com/FOLK/

Lonely House Project photography series Manuel Pita aka Sejkko

https://www.pinterest.com/FOLK/

Where have the genuine eccentrics gone? Maybe a black hole has formed somewhere, between “north korea” and the “United States”. Between “Zara” and “H&M” between one emptiness and a another. May the black hole bring them back stronger than ever. . . 💖 .

The house of transmutation. Because the only thing that stays the same, is that everything must change ✨🏠✨ . This is a re-edit of this place that used to be my grandad’s shop in Madeira. Now it belongs to someone else and it is about to be transformed into something else. It feels pretty strange to me to know that maybe next time I get to my family’s home I won’t see this place anymore. . . . (at Canhas, Madeira, Portugal)

Mobile Photography, sejkko

I love Brunetti’s work. The obsession with minute detail is just outstanding. The dedication to each piece, composed of many stitched photographs. They can  feel a little cold, but I love that almost clinical aspect in his work too.

Markus Brunetti Cortegaça, Paróquia de Santa Marinha, 2013–2014 From the series FACADES Archival Pigment Print 70 13/16″ × 59″ 

waiting for the #perseids 💫 in one of the oldest forests 🌳 on earth 🌏 . . (at Ilha da Madeira)

The ignorant fairy, 1950, Rene Magritte

Medium: oil, canvas

Boy with Gloves, Photo © Arthur Tress, 1969

Almayer’s folly, 1951, Rene Magritte

This is the first member of my debut collection: the house of video games. Limited edition printed in Chromaluxe Art 11x11 inches. . The start of the story is about this character who is hiding, escaping from the world when it is too much. When they could not find a tribe to truly belong to. Hiding to cocoon inside a safe place and play games felt like a good idea at the time. But the thing is that the universe does not stop. It keeps moving even if we stop. . . .

Pyke Koch (NL 1901-1991) Last Summer (1972) Oil & tempera on soft board