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kashmiri · 4 years ago
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National Geographic September 1999
Kahmir
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kashmiri · 4 years ago
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NeSpoon is a Polish artist, born in Warsaw, who mixes the delicacy of lace with the roughness and freedom of urban art
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kashmiri · 4 years ago
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#embroidery #gif # multicolor
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kashmiri · 4 years ago
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kashmiri · 5 years ago
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kashmiri · 5 years ago
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@st-bullshit hey.. where you writing???
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kashmiri · 6 years ago
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“سلامٌ لأرضٍ خُلقت للسلام و ما رأت يوماً سلاماً — peace to a land that was created for peace, but never saw a peaceful day”
— Mahmoud Darwish
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kashmiri · 6 years ago
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Kashmir, Srinagar.
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kashmiri · 6 years ago
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{ some old and some very }
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DOG MUSICS
i.
brother while slicing an apple changes his name to earshot
ii.
an orange eats everything but its mask. there was no ocean
iii.
until we hid from the storm. ticks are crickets
iv.
that belong to the poor
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MILK MUSICS
newborn with back pain.
(the cigarette that takes the pulse of our ghost)
it is raining
on the feet of god
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THE BEAR
flyless wall. box of baby clothes
in an empty dream
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SHE MUSICS
saddest when peeling an orange these days of sink and crib, the earth
in parts
flat
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BARN MUSICS
as blind as hair yeah that’s your father spelled into baiting hosanna’s cricket by a red a gaslit mouse
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ACCESS MUSICS
I have a friend whose father called every basement the devil’s treehouse. a friend who’s here today because she hid a knife. whose brother met god too early on the path to god and whose mother would jump from anything to fix a tooth…
there are people who don’t smoke who want to
when it rains
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REMOTE MUSICS
I write in this tongue and pray in another.
we sleep and are kissed by an ear in three beds: train, cow, frog.
if you’ve seen one roach, you’ve seen them all. that’s where they come from.
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ORPHAN’S VIGIL
i.
strength not the strength a statue keeps.
ii.
mother’s hunger the hunger
of marionettes.
iii.
the beggar father hides and the beggar he hides
behind.
iv.
brother don’t sleep.
the paper dolls have been cutting your hair.
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THE MEEK, THE MEEK
i.
in him like the sewing needle of god’s mother; is lightning.
in you a koan.
ii.
now that she wants the surgery removed they tell her the womb is a hook that looks like a womb.
iii.
everywhere work. stalks pitch
the golden blood of brooms.
iv.
mother in her rocker her eyes tire swings her tongue
a cat’s tail.
v.
fourteen my sister martyrs herself under the monkey mad in the stoplight.
vi.
in a church hangs a coat with a man in it.
vii.
does not break loose like they say
all hell.
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CLAW & CIGARETTE
eating is done fast and alone. teeth chatter in the corner.
a rabbit muscles in the mouth.
sleepwalking
is like something brother won
at the fair.
we nudge him. put the bread back of the mouth. think injured
deer, slanted
mailbox.
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kashmiri · 6 years ago
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Artist Henrique Oliveira Constructs a Cavernous Network of Repurposed Wood Tunnels at MAC USP
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kashmiri · 6 years ago
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& if i never said your silhouette gives me a bet- ter view of fire— well, i’d be a liar; desire a contour, only a reflection of you/absence beneath the sun.
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kashmiri · 6 years ago
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kashmiri · 6 years ago
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You never know what people have to go home to, always be kind.
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kashmiri · 6 years ago
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In my mind, a stirring evokes the shape of the dances, at summer’s lake with solitary music, nocturnal wings of few birds flowing, opening, over the quiet evening. A glance back, at the house, the fields; blueberries, strawberries, wild winds picking at every single piece. The evening-light casting my shadow beyond all this time which I had seen. So I have walked far but you are yet visible; a home, the pathway.
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kashmiri · 7 years ago
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#meirl #love
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kashmiri · 7 years ago
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art cheats
hello i am here today to not lose track of the art cheats i have discovered over the years. what i call art cheat is actually a cool filter/coloring style/way to shade/etc. that singlehandedly makes art like 20 times better
80’s anime style
glitch effect
glow effects
adding colors to grayscale paintings
foreshortening ( coil )
foreshortening ( perspective )
clipping group (lines)
clipping group (colors)
dramatic lighting ( GOOD )
shading metal
lighting faces
that is all for today, do stay tuned as i am always hunting for cool shit like this
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