zincsulfide
zincsulfide
I Glow in the Dark
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Tela, Taurus, twenty-two, into raspberry smoothies and thunderstorms 
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zincsulfide · 9 months ago
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[Image ID: The poem “One Source of Bad Information”, by Robert Bly.  There’s a boy in you about three years old who hasn’t learned a thing for thirty Thousand Years. Sometime it’s a girl.  The child had to make up its mind How to save you from death. He said things like:  “Stay home. Avoid elevators. Eat only elk.”  You live with this child, but you don’t know it.  You’re in the office, yes, but live with this boy  At night. He’s uninformed, but he does want To save your life. And he has. Because of this boy  You survived a lot. He’s got six big ideas.  Five don’t work. Right now he’s repeating them to you. 
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zincsulfide · 2 years ago
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Soledad Fernandez     Desnudo con manton   1992
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Ben Sledsens (Belgium b. 1991) Wanderer with Dog (2018) oil and acrylic on canvas 200 x 175 cm
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Yolanda Andrade, Huellas, 2006
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Fluorescent Flowers by Craig Burrows
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Linda Westin
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zincsulfide · 2 years ago
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You pour orange juice into a glass. The glass can only hold so much orange juice. But as juice is poured from the much larger carton into the much smaller glass, there is a stream that connects the glass-juice to the carton-juice, and in that moment the glass and the carton are holding the total amount of juice in tandem; almost as if, for a breath, they and the air between them become a singular container. When I am filled with love (orange juice), I am the glass.
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zincsulfide · 2 years ago
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Andrew Gilbert (British, 1980 – lives in Berlin)
Holy Brocoli transforms into flowers, 2018
Acrylic, watercolour, gold paint and black felt-tip on cream laid paper, 41.9×29.5cm.
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zincsulfide · 2 years ago
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Joanne Ji Young Kim - Daydreamer, 2022
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zincsulfide · 2 years ago
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Paul Delvaux
Le Silence
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zincsulfide · 2 years ago
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Natalie Díaz, from "Manhattan Is a Lenape Word", Postcolonial Love Poem
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