, genre: landscape, style: Baroque, tags: folk-architecture, cliffs-and-rocks, night, Brown, Tree, Sky, completition: 1636.
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, genre: landscape, style: Luminism, tags: Mountainous landforms, Mountain, Highland, Nature, Natural landscape, Sky, Mountain range, Wilderness, Lake, Loch, completition: 1865.
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Fashion shows have always been about creating visibility and exposure for a designer's collection with the end goal of selling clothes. Technology placed fashion weeks within reach of everyone and changed it into a pop-culture phenomenon. As the fashion influencer emerged, the street style followed.
The rise of social media also led to brands choosing to livestream their shows to all. The change has expanded over the last year, causing designers to embrace a digital format over gatherings.
, genre: landscape, style: Romanticism, tags: Atmospheric phenomenon.
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sing a song of sixpence
a bottle full of rye
four and twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened
the birds began to sing;
Who put that pastry on,
we could'nt see a thing!
The King was in the
counting house
Counting out
his money;
The Queen was
in the parlour,
Looking at him
kind of funny!
The maid was in the garden
hanging out the clothes;
where the king spends his cash,
she's the one who knows!
ali-p 2003
I wish that you could hold me in your arms.
Hold me close to you where I can escape from the pain.
I wish that you could comfort me and make me feel at ease.
I wish that you were here now. You did this to me.
Why won’t you fix it? I wish you would fix it.
I wish you would mend my broken heart.
Just put the pieces back together.
I wish I knew what you’re thinking. How you’re feeling.
I wish you were here to talk to me. To give me advice and listen.
I wish I could pour my heart out to you. I wish I could cry on you shoulder and not have to fight the tears back.
Knowing that you won’t attempt to dry them at all.
That you would let them all slip from my soul until I drowned.
I wish that you could make me stop crying or at least try.
I wish you never made me cry in the first place.
I wish that I could feel your heart beating.
Your head resting on mine. Your arms tightly holding onto me as if you never want me to leave.
I wish I could have that feeling back one more time.
Just one more time with you to show you how I feel.
To have that feeling that words can’t even come close to describing.
I think I love you but it is too late.
You’re gone and now I want you more than ever.
I wish you were mine to hold. I wish that you knew.
Sotheby's New Breuer Home Dazzles, Even If the Iconic Building's Elevators Remain Slow | Artnet News
Everything old is new again.
https://t.co/q4pPQZdeqd
How to create a diversion
I lost and was amazed
Of how you tricked my foolish heart.
Deceit and then betrayal
You kissed and left me, in the dark.
But did you know, precocious thief,
That truth may alter you
For the wisdom of choice
Goes far too deep
Than clever words untrue.
The quest you took, my dear defeat,
Will question in the end
How vain a soul must
Pain repeat
And on its bliss depend.
I laughed and walked among
Your precious lanes with fiery sparks,
But I felt it all along-
You’d kiss and leave me, in the dark.
a vase with flowers on a table
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, genre: self-portrait, style: Realism, gallery name: Revoltella Museum, Trieste, Italy, completition: 1903.
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One of the biggest things holding back anyone to share their work in public is the insecurity of being less genius than fellow people.
But what if we try to stop worrying about how genius or intelligent we are and how our work will impact our figure in society,rather find a scenius(intelligence or intellectual power of group of individuals) and thinking to contribute our part of the work and ideation to it.
There are numerous ways of finding a scenius,be it a club or a Twitter list or a social grp .
Observe the scenius ,what they have shared,what they haven't.
Be an amateur,do it for love.
Join Frida Escobedo, Miriam Peterson, Nader Tehrani, Adam Weintraub, and Michael Young—the architects shaping The Met’s next chapter—for a conversation on what it means for a museum to serve as a civic space https://t.co/iHiHntLDqp
a small lizard sitting on a branch of a tree
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International Deadline: November 22, 2025 – Manifest invites artists to submit works of art with no specific theme. Open to all traditional and non-traditional genre and media, including 2D, 3D, etc.. Honoraria… Visit https://t.co/ocMWYj9O9I https://t.co/EmUO7BVIzn
, genre: cityscape, style: Post-Impressionism, location: ParisFrance, tags: Paris, Notre-Dame-de-Paris, Medieval architecture, Holy places, Arch, Arcade, Classical architecture, Place of worship, Building, Gothic architecture.
https://uploads6.wikiart.org/images/maurice-utrillo/notre-dame.jpg
the tail lights of a white car covered in snow
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Discover how artists imagined the future using machines and algorithms to create mesmerising and mind-bending art between the 1950s and the early 1990s, in one of Tate Modern’s most ambitious https://t.co/hY7JAp7oFT
, genre: self-portrait, style: Romanticism, gallery name: Musée d'Orsay, Paris, France, tags: male-portraits, famous-people, Gustave-Courbet, completition: 1845.
https://uploads0.wikiart.org/00129/images/gustave-courbet/the-wounded-man.jpg
My heart is in your hands. What will you do with it?
I give it freely; I've not had it broken before.
I may not deserve it, but I hope we end together.
We may not make it, but we have to try, right?
How could we sacrifice what we have, something so beautiful.
These are the things dreams are made of, that which we have,
Things sometimes never achieved.
We have.
You tell me you're mine, if I ever want you.
How could you even doubt it?
I never have.
You say you're independent - so am I.
You don't want to be tied down too early.
I'll help you fly.
You say you don't want to spend eternity without me.
What kind of God would do that to us?
Not any God of mine.
Time wasted on meaningless pastimes, without you.
So many things I want you to see, to be with me through.
I can't wait for the day I never leave you, together.
The day we become one, in God's eyes, forever.
Love does not begin to say it all.
15 years old and trying to get,
How to grow up,
Without throwing a fit,
My classes are hard,
I feel so scared,
Having to do homework, chores, and more,
But wanting to watch cartoons like I did before,
Needing some comfort,
While standing up tall,
And just praying not to fall,
I'm not grown up yet,
But sometimes, that I forget,
Having to act responsible,
Yet feeling so reckless,
Confused and worried,
Confident and secure,
Trying to grow up,
Yet trying to be pure.
