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Tom Burr & Linder at Modern Art

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I am not what I want, I am not what I think. I am the magician, I am the magician’s trick.

-“My Restlessness Is of a Wolf,” Moyshe-Leyb Halpern

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by @artsxdesign on instagram http://ift.tt/1Tw70TO

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Lloyd Spencer - Walter Benjamin  (drawing after Paul Klee’s “Angelus Novus”)

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https://www.instagram.com/p/BNzW0mdA9pB/

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Everyone is a stranger to everyone else. Even the stars in the sky are alien to or another.

Amos Oz, Village Life (via wordsnquotes)

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Broken Fingaz Crew (Israeli, Haifa, Israel) - For Almost There Amsterdam Show, 2015

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STEVEN PARRINO, UNTITLED, 2001 

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Abraham - Ephiraim Moses Lilien.

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Alex McDougall 

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"Canio," Judah nodded, his accent barely handling it, a bit disgusted at the other's table manners. He reminded him of the rich tailor back home, and his wife, their stomachs folding over their belts, theirs blinds always drawn for a midday map. The neighbors scorned them, but Judah, fascinated, watched, like he watched now, unmoved, his light blue shirt off colored in the light.

Judah was both repelled and drawn by the remark, his body acting opposite of his whirring mind. The statement was vicious and Judah liked the sound of it, so different than the careful and ancient words that he spoke at home, Canio's pink wet tongue evil and plump in his mouth. Judah's hand made a more deliberate landing of Canio's knee, his deer green eyes wide as he looks at the older man slightly dumbfounded.

"No," Judah protested quietly, thumb pressing its way into the crook of Canio's knee, his body snaking sideways, "but we do see our face in others," Judah flirts quietly, shaking his head before forcing a smile. He hadn't broken any rules yet, thinking wasn't a crime. Judah's eyes were seasick, unable to keep eye contact with a distended gaze and creasing forehead, before he finally looked up.

"You don't have any, hm?" Judah said, glancing back at the table, "I can tell by looking at you, you do not follow the Word. Don't you feel lost?" Judah asked naively, still stroking, quite deliberately, the other's knee.

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For the L-rd shall console Zion, He shall console all its ruins, and He shall make its desert like a paradise and its wasteland like the garden of the L-rd; joy and happiness shall be found therein, thanksgiving and a voice of song.

Isaiah 51:3 (via torahverse)

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pop art by Anshie Kagan

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“Against the Evil Eye” sculpture by Ruth Schreiber