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Hildegard von Bingen’s 23 litterae ignotae, letters for her constructed mystical language Lingua Ignota, ca. 1200.

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Favourite Designs: Frieda Lepold "A Knights Dress" Haute Couture Gown

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Mark Laver, "I'm gonna shine out in the wild silence" / "Everything looks beautiful, when you're young and pretty" / "I may never be unhappy again"

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Galina Ulanova coaching Nikolai Tsiskaridze for Narcissus, photos by Mikhail Logvinov.

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Briscoe Park

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you belong here

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"You can say that [orangutans] are not dependent on social support and approval, and if you admire this in them, that an orang is irredeemably his own person, 'the most poetic of the apes', researcher Lynn Miles told me once in an unguarded moments. What she had in mind was the difference between orangs and chimps in the way they carry on their discourse with the world.

Chimps are much admired for their tool use and for their problem-solving relationship with things as they find them...the orang is, let us say, not so replete with enterprise. Give an orangutan the hexagonal peg and the several shapes of hole, and then hide behind the two-way mirror and watch how he engages with the problem.

And watch and watch and watch--because he does not engage with the problem. He uses the peg to scratch his back, has a look-see at his right wrist, makes a half-hearted and soon abandoned attempt to use his fur as a macramé project, stares dreamily out the window if there is one and at nothing in particular if not, and the sun begins to set. (The sun will also set if you are observing a chimp, but the chimp is more amusing, so you are less likely to mark the moment in your notes. An orang observer has plenty of time to be a student of the vanities of sunset.)

You watch, and the orang dreams...when casually and as if thinking of something else, the orang slips the hexagonal peg into the hexagonal hole. And continues staring off dreamily."

Vicki Hearne, "The Case of the Disobedient Orangutans"

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“Winter is the only true season of touching. In winters, no matter how efficiently you dress up, a raindrop will find you. Fogs will enshroud you and leave their wetness on your face. Dry, cold air will crack your lips. As you inhale, mist will touch your nostrils and the inside of your throat. You will feel winter’s touch on the backs of your ears. Winter’s physicality reaches everywhere.”

— Nikita Arora, A history of botany and colonialism touched off by a moss bed

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Unknown Constellation - Artem Chebokha

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Beholders  - Mia Bergeron , 2024.

American, b. 1979   - 

Oil on canvas , 24 x 24 cm.

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Lawrence Daws (Australian, 1927), Landscape, Glasshouse Mountains. Oil on linen, 152 x 152 cm.

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Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “These Days People Are Really Selling Me on California”

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Elegance in Flowers: Classic Arrangements for All Seasons, 1985

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Shirin Neshat, Iranian-American artist, whose exposed body parts are covered with Persian script with Farsi quotations from Iranian feminist erotic poetry. Iran. 1997

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„Art is illusion, storytelling, but in their most sublime form, these images form a path to truth.“

I fell in love with Pentiment.

Mags is my beloved and quite under appreciated I think, so here I gave her Mucha-esque artwork. Best girl.

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Moritz von Schwind, Apparition in the Forest, 1858

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Evening Bodice

Late 1850s (Country Unknown)

The John Bright Collection