#ArtnetNews : Benin’s long-awaited Museum of West African Art (MOWAA) in Benin City has delayed its opening following a protest outside the fledgling institution at a preview event on Sunday that threatened to turn violent. The museum was slated to open to the public on November https://t.co/86OuF6bYqh

Werd It Up

Werd yo
I'll let the mic go
And sew up my pants
Because theres a hole
And I have ugly feet
But I can rap to a beat
Ticky ticky sticky meat
Wikki wikki my name it earine it is no lie
You go against me and your goin to die
I'll kick you up and kick you down
When I'm done we'll see the clown
I'll throw you this little tune
And then I'll lick this baboon
Peace
Wikki wikki

Drawing

• “Drawing is simply another way of seeing, which we don’t really do as adults.” - Chris" target="_blank" class="inline-link">https://art21.org/artist/c... Ware
• ”Photography is an immediate reaction, drawing is a mediation.” - Henri Cartier-Bresson, The" target="_blank" class="inline-link">https://www.magnumphotos.c... Mind’s Eye
• ”If you draw, the world becomes more beautiful, far more beautiful.” - E.O. Plaven
• ”Drawing is the discipline by which I constantly rediscover the world. I have learned that what I have not drawn, I have never really seen, and that when I start drawing an ordinary thing, I realize how extraordinary it is, sheer miracle.” - Frederick" target="_blank" class="inline-link">http://www.frederickfranck... Franck

#ArtnetNews : Great news for your ancient Rome-obsessed men in your life. Researchers have created Itiner-e, what they call a “Google Maps for Roman roads.” The interactive program charts a network across the vast empire that extended through Europe, Great Britain, north Africa, https://t.co/OKTxHZRfqT

Tragic Ending

The light at the end of went out too soon
This kid wasn't meant to fall to his doom
Today the school is mourning his death
Crying in the halls, not able to rest
These kids really loved him
He wasn't meant to die so soon

Six more months until his graduation
An empty chair, and hearts left with questions
Tears and memory's in behalf of his blessings
This schools never going to be the same
He came so fast and left too soon
These kids really loved him

Standing in the halls they reminisce
All the good things about him they'll always miss
He's the only kid in school who spun a binder on his finger
Carried a boom box when skiing down the hill
Something I think about to this day still
Yet I can't seem to understand what was going through his head
I came to school, finding out this kid he was dead
A tragic ending to an unfinished story

Mmmm

Mmmm - I feel good….

With a ‘Breath of fresh Ayr’
To start your day,
And 'Honest Men'
Along the way,
'Bonnie Lasses'
To help you stay,
Aye, Ayr’s the place,
To be today…

© ali-p 2003

Portrait of Heinrich George - Otto Dix

Vulnerable

I feel so insecure,
But confident and so sure,
Knowing that you love me,but also realizing,
That with one word you could break my heart,
And with one movement you could shatter my soul,
And with one thought you could destroy my dreams,
I've never felt this way before,
Don't know if its healthy,
Or rotten to the core,
All I know is that as Abby would say,
"Your the key on my key-chain, and the rose on my bush,"
So please don't kick down the door,
Or let the flowers wilt to the floor,
because I Love You more than you could ever know,
And I never want to let you go.

Human condition

Does our genetic code leave us predisposed to believe in a God or Higher Power?

Is Fear of Consequence enough to keep us from making the "right" choice?

Is fear of losing a lover or best friend or both, more of a driving force in making a decision that will allow you the best chance of keeping that person with you?

What causes defiance in an individual? Is it fear of the outcome if they "follow along"?

Is it a fear of the idea that if you've been roped in once it makes it easier next time ?

Can individuals have an actual physical/mental inability to being forced or coersed into conformity?

Never Broken

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.

From the series Kasen koi no bu - Kitagawa Utamaro

Art

One main philosophy of art is often not enough for a person to judge it. Most people fall into two categories of a perspective. For example, a person can have a mixture of instrumentalism and imitationalism. As a result, they judge art based on whether it can probe into the audiences’ thoughts but also based on how each element resembles the actual stuff.

At the same time, people almost always have one perspective that is least important to them. Such a perspective means they don’t pay attention to that aspect when they judge art.

Saint Casimir - Jan Matejko

Purple Terminology & Rainbow Clouds

Light winged smoke, the one to blame,
Creeping out from my minds clear flame.
Silvery surface of my imagination,
Fading to black, from all accusation.
I lay upon the midnights shadowy skirts,
Watching black moonbeams with the stars emberresed.
Heavenly leisure, waiting over the top,
But I keep falling, I cant seem to stop.
Purple terminology filling me instead,
Of red or yellow flowers buds, opening their heads.
Great waves from an ocean so blue,
I heed not this, buts its monsters, always true.
Whats left, in this world thats fake?
Just I, rusting with the mistakes.
Rainbow clouds of sweet lullaby,
Take me now, I'm ready to die.

My Own Broken Mirror

It’s my perfect distortion
My face mirrored, and split by emotion
Toyed with and tainted as I move
From one to another, I fit to the grooves

Of the loose ends of sharpness that gather to unite
To be perfectly fitted
And renewed to the mirrored spite
Unnoticeably broken
But brittle and rough
Stand from afar, and admire the muffs

Help with the pane
Move to uncertainty
Lure the cheery light
And cure my fearful fright.

It’s my perfect distortion
That I recognize so well
But help me see
What the others see but tell.
Are the pieces lost?
Slipped through the cracks?
Fallen through to the dangerous high acts?
I’ll never know of my pieces that are missing.
Mold the old to fit the space
Kiss the glass, even of bad taste

Forever, but never made
To be new
Just molded and distorted
To create a familiar you

Of mirrored light, broken,
But Forever Bright.
Please stay with the brittle pane
Until the sun goes down
And pain fades
And new lights of distorted beauty
Reign again

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Vase of Roses - Pierre-Auguste Renoir

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