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rothko in the turner gallery???
I can't get it right in the photo but going absolutely bonkers over the way the colors just like. blur across from the rothko (1950) to the turner (1845). this whole room is full of these abstract colors it's like they're bleeding between the picture frames with no regard for time
wait wait hold on a second.
Ritual Is Journey, Chris Abani
[ Text ID: As you lay dying, I asked, What is your biggest regret? / Every kindness withheld, you said. / Every flicker of pleasure denied, you said. / Look, you said, sunlight. ]
i.
dancing on the edge of tomorrow, tonight is a slip of dark; the stars thinly sliced on your blade between my ribs,
undone and shattered in the sea, holy and endless,
we fade into mist.
ii.
There’s only sun, a horizon of fearless dawns. There’s only warmth in these lullabies
we murmur in goodbye, There’s only this;
rust on our tongues.
iii.
eons over,
This is a flight of birds carrying the softness we couldn’t,
ten million years of earth, starlight on
feathers.
anyone else out there that hasn't stopped thinking about this picture since it was posted.... or is it just me
Guavas up for sale in a marketplace. Backdrop of smoke arising out of incense sticks.
Source: 500px.com
antonshebetko-deactivated202004
From “Common people”, project about closeted Ukrainian gays © Anton Shebetko
I’m an introvert… I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.