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Carl Friedrich Wilhelm Trautschold (German 1815--1877)

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The long way home, Jeroen Henneman

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Rainer Fetting (Germany (b. 1949) Großer Wald - Great Forest (1988) oil and sand on canvas, 3-part work 300 x 600 cm

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Justin Sweet concept art for “the chronicles of narnia”

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She comes in colors, Sophia Heymans (because)

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Vera Iliatova (Russian b.1975, lives in Brooklyn, NY), To See You Through, 2015, Oil on canvas

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Jupiter, Saturn, the Orion Nebula, and the Moon in a double exposure above Camp Verde, Az. Conjunction.

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José Maria Veloso Salgado (Spanish, 1864-1945) Amor e Psyche, 1891 Museu Nacional de Arte Contemporânea – Museu do Chiado, Lisboa

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the color of forgiveness

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Lessons from great Aunty Jean and Jeff vandermeer

My nameless name, The nature of an identity gleaned- one that has Manifested from within a cosmos/ The science of everything, Of me and of you – the Cosmogony of, me? My nameless name, betrays Nothing in Hindsight/ irrelevant in taste and form- I waver and I feel, the Pangs of fear and redemption;; Irreverent appreciation of carbon cycles And lifeless lives: A full mind, a full heart – Blood and oxygen and oxytocin and Sertraline hydrochloride. Oestrogen? Testosterone? Progesterone?

In essence, I am of instantaneous Revelations But, essentially, what is necessary?

Calm, calm Acceptance/ of what isn’t, of what is. What is/ often hidden, Deep, And hidden.

If something were not as it were/ If it were not what you had thought- Maybe there was no thought before/ Maybe, there has not been a thought yet Relevant.

Reverence washes me over like water/ That feeling of whole-body blanketing, Consumed- Catharsis.

I’ve always been afraid of drowning/ I’ve always felt fear as I have always been drowning.

The simple intricacy of a bird in flight, Of dead rats in the street/ always, I have gone full circle, from A dualistic approach or, just Incomprehensible denial-

Those Circles of , mortality and an end/ Lines on a page, drawn by an infant- It’s all forever, All of it, is, forever so I may as well play My part/ I will… Go outside and play, If I were to die today, I would be Outside, Playing.

Outside, I am decaying. Inside, I am swaying/ So what, so what- I’m using my timeless time/ I cannot spend it/ I cannot mend this world, Though I can bend it.

A world away, A world today, I will play, I will play.

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Jeremy Miranda (American b.1980), Cooking, 2024, Oil on panel

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-Diomedes Being Eaten by his Horses-

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-The Apotheosis of Aeneas-