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Bay Isle Home™ Red Flower 1 by Jace Grey - Wrapped Canvas Painting 12.0 H x 12.0 W x 1.5 D in redCanvas/Fabric in Brown;red;beige | 12" H X 12" W | Wayfair painting artwork
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The Mulberry Tree - Henry Herbert La Thangue
Robyn Russell
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“Surely you can’t be serious.” “I am serious, and don’t call me Shirley.” That famous line from “Airplane!” was just one the many great gags brought to the screen by Jim Abrahams. https://t.co/8cAlDwv1Hj
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🎨✨ Let's talk about the role of color in art! How do you think color influences the emotions and messages expressed in a piece? Share your favorite examples where color made a significant impact! 🖌️ #ArtDiscussion #ColorTheory #ArtCommunity
Carolina Cristovão
2 months ago
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The "prospect and refuge” theory

The "prospect and refuge" theory may also explain the human attraction to cosiness.


It asserts that people have a preference for smaller cave-like places that open onto brighter views. The small area provides safety and refuge, while the expansive outdoors allows you to see any threats or opportunities.

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2 months ago
Weakening Strength

I’m weak and tired,
shaky and damaged.
Why does strength make me
weak?
Why every time I stand strong
do I shake and inside,
turn meek?
Strength rips off my flesh
and tears my insides
so the timid, helpless child
can no longer hide—
No longer hide
the tears, the screams
the slashing, the gashing,
the moaning the pain,
the ashes, the crashes,
the rain, no gain.
Strength grabs me, it stabs me
and sets me afire;
it slaps me, it snaps me,
running me down
to the mud and the mire.
I walk proudly
as strength kills me from the
inside out.
I scream and shout
but my pain reaches not one ear
while I fall and shake,
cry and break;
yelling for something to save
me,
for strength to stop raping me
and killing me
with every breath I take.