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Every Greek kid's favourite worm, now going international

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Ένα μεγάλο ευχαριστώ σε όλους που με ενθάρρυναν να ολοκληρώσω αυτό το πρότζεκτ <33 Τα αγάπησα πολύ αυτά τα σκουλήκια στον καιρό που μου πήρε να το ζωγραφίσω

English version

Art by Kamura

Palestinian ButchFemme wedding, 2022, @/leilanations

Look at the moon, 1969 by Leonard Weisgard (1916 – 2000)

Pierre Soulages,

Peinture, 1970

Oil on canvas 73.5 x 92 cm | 28.9 x 36.2 in

Gert Heinrich Wollheim,

The Anxiety Dream; 1928

Delirios de un día en el amor

No parece haber ningún cambio. Con la fragilidad de nuestros pensamientos, ningún horizonte avizoramos: Tú, tan callada como yo tan ruin. Jugábamos al escondite sin murmurarnos alguna pista que nos condujera hacia la verdad: ¡Ninguna! Éramos fugitivos, huíamos de nosotros mismos. Éramos fugitivos, nunca confesos. Éramos fugitivos, jamás pedíamos perdón. Escenas borrosas atraviesan mi mente; cada mañana, antes del desayuno; cada tarde, después del almuerzo; cada noche, siempre un infierno de nunca acabar. No sé si es la modernidad, la inmediatez, la liquidez o la vacuidad de las relaciones de hoy en día que desafían la convivencia. Me pregunto si aún es síntoma de cordura soñar con volver a intentarlo, creer que nuestro amor embriagado de odio logre amanecer con resaca. La conocí en la biblioteca. Nos escribíamos en silencio cada fin de semana. Estábamos perdidos, ahogados en nuestra soledad. Mis reflexiones te atraían y tu retórica melodiosa, sin prever, fue encaminándome al infierno de mi consciencia. Me atrapó tu colosal desapego acompañado de esa libertad de elegirme sin sentir obligación.

No parece haber ningún cambio. Lo sé ahora. Me lo repito mil veces. No logro entenderlo. Mañana no sé. Ayer fue lo mismo. Hoy no quiero volver. Me arrepiento. ¡Craso error! Aún la quiero. No basta. Me quiere. Ni eso. Nos queremos. Menos. A veces buscamos en el amor un espejo donde mirarnos sin amarnos. Necesito arriesgarme por primera vez. Ahora mismo. Sonrío con un poco de dolor. Ni el más turbio corazón se salva de caer preso a las fauces del amor con sus inclemencias, así este sea la razón de su destrucción, la razón que no importa y el guion que nos escribe y las fábulas que se cuentan de él. Tal vez debí ser más expresivo, ahorrarme las citas, apagar el pensamiento y mostrar vulnerabilidad. Confesarle todo mas no nada, comenzar con algo, pero tampoco mucho, podría ser mi iniciativa hiriente.

Tercer escrito de la serie "Micro-relatos".

finished this one recently (didn't realize I started this last february haha)

Tô Ngọc Vân, Les Brodeuses, 1932

#CowAppreciationDay 🐮🐄:

Shiro Kasamatsu 笠松 紫浪 (Japan, 1898-1991) Pasturing of Cattle, 1979 color woodblock print

Egyptian woman and her cat, 1923.

i am in love with so many of the pieces in the incognito art show and am heart broken & devastated that I can’t buy all of them

Miniatures from a Judeo-Persian manuscript, Mashdad, Iran, 1853

According to the scribal inscription, the book was calligraphed by Eliyahu ben Nissan, known as "Gurgi" (the Georgian). The text is a transcription of the tale of Yusuf (Joseph) and Zulaikha (Potiphar’s wife), as told by the 15th-century Sufi poet and philosopher Nur ad-Din ‘Abd ar-Rahman al-Jami. The story of Joseph is the story of a Jew forced to live among non-Jewish Egyptians, who despite hardships and temptations never loses his faith or forgets his true heritage; and when the time came, he revealed himself to his brothers and rejoined his family. This story must have had deep resonance, and even comfort, to the Jadidis in Mashdad (Persian Jews who were forcibly converted to Islam in the 19th century but continued to practice Judaism in secret); perhaps they commissioned this story as a reminder that like Joseph in prison, if they could keep their faith they would one day be rewarded.

Hirō Isono - Untitled, n.d.

Minyoung Kim (Korean, born 1989) Sudden Salami, 2023

Acylic on canvas 39 2/5 x 39 2/5 in (100 x 100 cm)

Private collection

Guest

A little wyvern on the head 😌

THE X-FILES | 6.02

Listen/purchase: Dewel by Mulatu Astatke & The Heliocentrics

It's frustrating that this has become a chess piece in USA reactionary thinking and that the obvious questions of why and how that stem from this aphorism are never followed up on. Although I'm afraid that its more likely that people flat out don't care enough to ask or have the awareness to ask, or both and then some other depressing third thing.

Photos from the protests against government crimes in Thessaloniki (1) and Athens (2+3), showing part of the crowd. Elderly and children are also present.

The government itself tried to put those down those peaceful protests with violence but people still persist!

Never Want to Hurt Again

Over one hundred years ago, everyone, even the children were killed. Many were scalped, and the scalps were more or less traded for money. I say this not to make a spectacle. Or to pretend that I understand the kind of pain felt. This is to acknowledge a difficult truth, because it is so much worse than my words could ever describe. And then, over a hundred years later, I was born on that land. So I never want to hurt again

Over one hundred years ago, but now also; children, young adults, adults, and elders are being hurt again. In a cycle, that the most violent, most foolish want fixed in place. A Wheel Within a Wheel that they worship as themselves and the evil they do unto others. So I never want to hurt again.

If it could be true, I would wish pleasure and love for you. A simple life, free of distraction, from the terrible world we must participate in. I still wish this for you, although, we both know it cannot be. I hope that if you hurt again, you learn and get better. This goes for me in turn. What flows from our grief; alienation, desperation, deprivation, whatever it is. I hope we feel the sweet relief that we may never hurt again.

Eleni R

‘Free Luigi’ billboard has gone up in lower Manhattan the evening before his next court appearance.

plenty of sea in the fish or some shit like that idfk

Life in Hell (1977-2012) Matt Groening