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“There's plenty of artists who don't have exhibitions. There's plenty of art that's never seen. And I think I'm intrigued by that. Making work that does not have a destination has it's loneliness and it's sadness about it. Many artists endure that for their entire lives, and it's heroic. The novel that never gets published, should it never have been written? Of course it should be. It's making a fantastic contribution to the culture of the moment because that individual has that huge urge to do that without any other qualifying pressures. Those are my sort of private thoughts that I think there's a lot about the art world and the way we experience art that's fantastic, but I think there's a lot, that's not entirely spoken about or recognized, which is the unseen and the unknown and the creative act as a deeply private experience.”
-Phyllida Barlow, via art21 on Instagram (x)
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Vincent Van Gogh
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“All I wanted was to plant poetry in broken places, and watch flowers grow.” ~Jenim Dibie
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lunedegrel · 4 months
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My interpretation of Demian (1919) characters in my style!
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Scenes from some of the chapters that stuck the most with me, this took me longer than I thought (it's hard to get the pose on point)
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eccentricsworld · 2 months
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"I love you more than my own skin and even though you don't love me the same way, you love me anyways, don't you? And if you don't, I'll always have the hope that you do, and i'm satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you."
Frida Kahlo
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crystaletters · 3 months
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I wish you a kinder sea.
Emily Dickinson
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bodyalive · 11 months
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Hans Ole Brasen
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People start to heal the moment they feel heard. - Cheryl Richardson
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slayerofthevampire · 6 months
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October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.
—J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Will you forgive me these November days?
—Anna Akhmatova, Rosary
November at its best - with a sort of delightful menace in the air.
—Anne Bosworth Greene
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July, from The Procession of Months (c.1889). All the poems were written by fifteen-year-old Beatrice Crane and illustrated by her acclaimed artist father, Walter Crane.
info via publicdomainreview.org
art via pinterest
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[text ID: "By the reedy riverside
Where swans do take their rest,
July, with languid steps,
Comes forth so richly drest.
For all the sumer tints
Are woven in her dress;
A girdle spun with gold
Her dainty waist doth press.
Her hair, of auburn gold,
Is braided up with flowers,
Her eyes so clear and blue
Do speak of happy house.
She brings with her tall lilies,
Both orange & pure white;
And many other flowers
To give our hearts delight.
But while the water lilies
Are opening bright & fair,
She slowly, softly goes
In the still summer air"]
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poeticruin · 1 year
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“there's something a bit poetic about having to live right above the earth we'll rot in. having to walk around like drunk fools who never knew sobriety, with each step bringing us closer to death. one breath, one blink of an eye, one lie twisting around our tongues, one hope burning the insides of our throats every day. it's a tragedy, if you think about it. we have to spend our lives trying to forget the promise of our graves. the promise of every atom carrying our ghosts in their infinity”
— excerpts from a book i'll (never) write
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eileen-rein-poetry · 2 months
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I can't think for my mind is already full of thoughts, and yet I can't grasp any of them for they are all out of reach.
- The sensation of insanity
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What broke your heart so bad, that you had to close every door, that you say you have a dark soul & can't utter the word 'love' anymore?
-Sanhita Baruah
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"Art is restoration: the idea is to repair the damages that are inflicted in life, to make something that is fragmented - which is what fear and anxiety do to a person - into something whole."
- Louise Bourgeois
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bchargoistheartist94 · 9 months
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Here’s Edgar Allan Poe and his famous literary creation: “The Raven”🐦‍⬛
It’s my favorite story by the late and great chilling writer. So I’ve decided to draw Mr. Poe and the Raven together for Macabre Monday!
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eccentricsworld · 9 days
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You are flowers growing in my body
Blooming through my ribs
Choking my veins
Vines crawling up my throat and around my bones
Devouring me from the inside out
"Flowers" By Calla Magnolia Willis
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crystaletters · 3 months
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"I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?"
Vincent Van Gogh
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takucraig07 · 3 months
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And when i went to find myself, i found out i was a home i hadn’t visited in a while. Dust had gathered on things i used to love and the dirt i refused to sweep out welcomed me to my abysmal bliss. I was a shell to all i refused to heal!
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