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textual/sensual/conceptual


Claude Cahun
Untitled (Jawbone on a tray with objects) ca. 1936

Vintage gelatin silver print
mentaltimetraveller:

Louise Bourgeois
censorus:

Rosalie Andrea

Corridor (1970)

Corridor (1970) by Standish Lawder. 

Music by Terry Riley. Sound for prologue by Standish Lawder. 
visual-poetry:

by darren bader
[via]

visual-poetry:

by darren bader

[via]

everybodyneedsart:

Olafur Eliasson - Riverbed @ Louisiana Museum of Modern Art
2014.08.20-2015.01.04

everybodyneedsart:

Olafur Eliasson - Riverbed @ Louisiana Museum of Modern Art

2014.08.20-2015.01.04

archidose:

Origami crease patterns

(Source: langorigami.com, via activator-inhibitor)

visual-poetry:

»my hell« by david shrigley (+)

visual-poetry:

»my hell« by david shrigley (+)

“Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide.”

—   girl interrupted, 1999 (via psych-facts)

(Source: the-psychology-blog, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

visual-poetry:

by oswald de andrade

visual-poetry:

by oswald de andrade

“In true dialogue, both sides are willing to change.”

—    Thích Nhất Hạnh (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

“I drink to the ruined house,
To the evil of my life,
To our shared loneliness
And I drink to you-
To the lie of lips that betrayed me,
To the deadly coldness of the eyes,
To the fact that the world is cruel and depraved,
To the fact that God did not save.”

—   Emily Dickinson, The Last Toast (via poemusicoffee)

(Source: midnightineurope, via fuckyeahexistentialism)

“My favorite game is the one where I go to work and wish I wasn’t there, and then go home and wish I wasn’t there either.”

—   Weese Jr. (via nevver)

(via bruisedafternoons)

nevver:

Other rooms, Jo Ann Callis

(via kirgiakos)