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requiem in terra pax big man you will be missed

😢🙏🏾🕊️

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we lost another real one

requiem in terra pax 🙏🏾

RIP.

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Nothing is lost, nothing is created, everything is transformed.

attributed to Antoine Lavoisier (1743-1794) “Traité Élémentaire de Chimie” (1789)

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Johann Besse, Water reflection from the “Echoes” photography series, 2019

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photographer: michael oliver love

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cuts a little too close tbh

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no sesso for high snobiety by callum walker hutchinson

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Naomi Apajok Vogue Italia (May 2023) ph. Gabriel Moses

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萩原 卓哉／Hagihara Takuya

Archive

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Members of the Owls, a black women’s softball team in the 1930s

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Kaws, Homer and Liz, 2002. Pastel on paper. 75.5 x 56.2 cm (29 ¾ x 22 1/8 in)

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“My grandmother had this big, antique mirror that she let me keep in my room. I’d stand in front of it for hours, pretending to be my favorite artists: Dionne Warwick, Barbra Streisand. I’d listen to their records over and over and mimic them. I wasn’t thinking if my voice was good or bad. I was just enjoying myself. That was my escape. It was dark in that house. There were times I’d be sitting in a sunny spot, and a giant shadow would crawl across the floor. I’d watch it closely. I didn’t understand the meaning exactly back then. But somehow I knew: whenever there’s darkness, there’s light too. Behind the house there was a garden. It was a lush garden; my grandmother was a beautiful green thumb. I’d look at all the flowers. I’d study the shape of their leaves. I’d spend hours watching bugs. The house backed up to the Van Wyck Expressway. So I’d climb up in a tree, and watch all the people go by. I was just going through so much, you know. Horrible things were being done to me. Horrible, terrible things. So I’d use whatever I could. I’d pay attention to anything that made me happy. That’s one thing I can do: pay attention. It comes from something within me. We all have it. But you know, I tap into it. I still do. I just took a picture of a flower this morning. I’m so grateful. I’m telling you, I’m so grateful that I came out of the darkness. Maybe my journey wasn’t to make money or to be successful or anything. It was just to recover. I have children now. I have grandchildren. I love to bake. I’m an educated woman. I read, I write. I went to college in my fifties and graduated with a 5.0. My kids are proud of me. And I’m a great singer, too. In college the students would all beg me to sing. They’d say: ‘Torria, Torria. Sing to us, please.’ Just one song. That’s how much they loved my voice.”

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Hannsjörg Voth, The Stadt des Orion

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Bernard Matemera, 1975

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