19 hours ago
Před spaním - Josef Capek
, genre: nude painting (nu), style: Cubism, completition: 1920.
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11 hours ago
The Philadelphia Art Museum’s board of trustees dismissed former director and chief executive Sasha Suda last week, three years into her five-year contract https://t.co/HAe5ZScMhi
Former Philadelphia Art Museum director sues over dismissal
The lawsuit claims that ‘a corrupt and unethical faction’ of the board attempted to portray Suda as misusing museums funds.
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1 day ago
🎨✨ What's your favorite art movement and why? From the bold strokes of Impressionism to the thought-provoking concepts of Abstract Expressionism, each era has its own unique voice. Share your thoughts and let's celebrate the diversity of artistic expression! #ArtDiscussion #ArtMovements
3 days ago
a bridge crossing over a river in a park
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2 days ago
a duck with a yellow beak
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4 days ago
Free or Not?
Shackles of a broken love, loosen and drop from my soul
Give me the freedom I've yearned for to fully make me whole
Allow me to search within myself with the ability to find
A love that doesn't hurt my heart nor destroy my mind
I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and let not time pass me by
For so long I have accepted a cloudiness in my space
No more shall endure such pain, for this I shall erase
The time has come for me to make a new change in my life
Questions and answers being sought, appears before my eyes
I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and live a joyful peaceful life.
I choose to embrace peace and happiness within my inner soul
Thanking you for strengthening me and loosening up this hold
Sometimes it may take time for a broken love to heal
But, only if I keep the faith, will a true love be revealed
It's being free to love me, to love myself and I
Time to me is of the essence and it will not pass me by
Shackles of a broken love, loosen and drop from my soul
Give me the freedom I've yearned for to fully make me whole
Allow me to search within myself with the ability to find
A love that doesn't hurt my heart nor destroy my mind
I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and let not time pass me by
For so long I have accepted a cloudiness in my space
No more shall endure such pain, for this I shall erase
The time has come for me to make a new change in my life
Questions and answers being sought, appears before my eyes
I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and live a joyful peaceful life.
I choose to embrace peace and happiness within my inner soul
Thanking you for strengthening me and loosening up this hold
Sometimes it may take time for a broken love to heal
But, only if I keep the faith, will a true love be revealed
It's being free to love me, to love myself and I
Time to me is of the essence and it will not pass me by
3 days ago
Defining Art
- Art does not have a universal definition, though it is generally believed that it is an intentional and conscious creation of something that requires imagination and skill.
- It can be thought of as a symbol of what it means to be human, manifested in physical form for others to see and interpret.
- The word ‘art’ originates from the Latin word ‘ars’ that means skill or craft.
- Art, like beauty, is subjective, and its valuation and definition changes as time goes by.
- To understand art one has to see it’s essential nature and the social impact or importance it generates.
4 days ago
In death
Floating along the wisp of life.
Feeling lost in heavens great strife.
My love is finally broken in shards.
The hatred that begins with you ends
With news of angst from stars and bars.
I read your palms time after time.
None of it can make any sense.
Joking and poking with a mime.
Often you gave in to your tense
Meaning when Venus was Aline with mars.
Getting no where with this simple song.
My anger is burnt up with your desire.
The angel in black has burned with fire.
Laughing with its evil, grinning bong.
My shroud is grass, the coffin is now.
Floating along the wisp of life.
Feeling lost in heavens great strife.
My love is finally broken in shards.
The hatred that begins with you ends
With news of angst from stars and bars.
I read your palms time after time.
None of it can make any sense.
Joking and poking with a mime.
Often you gave in to your tense
Meaning when Venus was Aline with mars.
Getting no where with this simple song.
My anger is burnt up with your desire.
The angel in black has burned with fire.
Laughing with its evil, grinning bong.
My shroud is grass, the coffin is now.
4 days ago
Left Untouched
Not talking is tearing me apart
your friendship held such a special part of my heart
Everything was going alright
that was until the other night
Maybe it never should have be spoken of
Just left in the dark as a hidden love
Being more than friends could make this end
A helping hand you will not lend
Your feelings are so unclear to me
Others have said but i will let it be
All i want is to hear it from you
Set me straight and tell me true
Not talking is tearing me apart
your friendship held such a special part of my heart
Everything was going alright
that was until the other night
Maybe it never should have be spoken of
Just left in the dark as a hidden love
Being more than friends could make this end
A helping hand you will not lend
Your feelings are so unclear to me
Others have said but i will let it be
All i want is to hear it from you
Set me straight and tell me true
5 days ago
From our networks: Unfolding during Art Week Tokyo, Future of Nostalgia brings together 20 artists from the AlUla Artist Residency Programme, curated by Arnaud Morand and Ali Alghazzawi, on view until 16 November 2025.
Find out more here: https://t.co/aBqgqu3YwU https://t.co/RSyu9YUcAC
Find out more here: https://t.co/aBqgqu3YwU https://t.co/RSyu9YUcAC
7 days ago
Philosophy of Art
- Art as Representation or Mimesis. Representation of art as an imitation or copying became the mainstream meaning of art in Greece. Plato first developed the idea of art as “mimesis,” which, in Greek, means copying or imitation. How immaculately it replicated the original subject became the measure of its value.
- Art as Expression of Emotional content. Dramatic, sublime and heartfelt art becomes a way to express oneself during the Romantic movement , with audience response becoming key to the valuation of the content. The emotions that were felt when the art was witnessed became its barometer for success.
- Art as Form. Formal qualities of art became influential in the 18th century, with the principles of art and design, like balance, rhythm, harmony and unity became as important as the content of the work of art.
12 months ago
Josh Kline: Social media has turned art into business and hurt its quality
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12 months ago
Pressed
Were you thinking of me today
Am i ever what your thinking to say
Do you ever wonder about where i go
Ever wish you were there with me though?
I wonder where you are right now
Am i all alone somehow
No trust in myself
Not looking for help
Just wondering about all the things that were said
Did you mean what you said in my bed
Sorry for putting you there
All i wanted to do was care
Now you are lost and ive gone missing
Was it in my mind you and i were kissing
What have i done did i do it again
Did i fuck it all up to lose another friend
Now can i stop trying
Cause in this house im dying
They give me shit day in day out
All they ever fucking do is shout
Im trying to forgive myself for what ive done
These bruises and cuts have just begun
They settled me down pressed the pain within
Pressed in so deep it broke through the skin
Oh how it burns blood mixed with tears
Of all the pain i held through the years
Im cold weak and lonely
Im not waiting for you to start actin phony
Here we go i take my last breath
Wonder what theyll say now that i left...
Were you thinking of me today
Am i ever what your thinking to say
Do you ever wonder about where i go
Ever wish you were there with me though?
I wonder where you are right now
Am i all alone somehow
No trust in myself
Not looking for help
Just wondering about all the things that were said
Did you mean what you said in my bed
Sorry for putting you there
All i wanted to do was care
Now you are lost and ive gone missing
Was it in my mind you and i were kissing
What have i done did i do it again
Did i fuck it all up to lose another friend
Now can i stop trying
Cause in this house im dying
They give me shit day in day out
All they ever fucking do is shout
Im trying to forgive myself for what ive done
These bruises and cuts have just begun
They settled me down pressed the pain within
Pressed in so deep it broke through the skin
Oh how it burns blood mixed with tears
Of all the pain i held through the years
Im cold weak and lonely
Im not waiting for you to start actin phony
Here we go i take my last breath
Wonder what theyll say now that i left...
12 months ago
a infrared image of a road surrounded by trees
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