The Onassis Foundation’s experimental art and tech studio Onassis ONX is doubling its size at a new location in Manhattan’s Tribeca neighborhood. It is slated to open with the multimedia exhibition “TECHNE: Homecoming” in January.

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Kristin Chenoweth lives insatiably ever after in Stephen Schwartz and Lindsey Ferrentino’s “The Queen of Versailles,” the new Broadway musical based on Lauren Greenfield’s 2012 documentary. It’s a Critic’s Pick! https://t.co/9AArP58Zmc

Czobel Béla 1906 La Plage De Fécamp - Bela Czobel

“Know ye, that all space is ordered. Only by order are ye One with the All. Order and Balance are the Law of the Cosmos. Ye shall be One with the All.”

~Thoth the Atlantean

The Hill of the Alhambra, Granada - Samuel Coleman

Sure, the" target="_blank" class="inline-link">http://fourminutebooks.com... first summaries on here  aren’t nearly as good as some of the newer ones, but being okay with producing something that’s not as good is exactly what I needed to do before I was able to get here in the first place.

You have a right to create. No matter where you’re starting from. Whether you have always had a talent, or start at absolute zero. Tell yourself that. Say it out loud.

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Self-Portrait with a Saxophone - Max Beckmann

Tangerine Reflection

Exoskeletal waste
      peeled off in sickening
                        stretches of torn
       bone marrow ripping.

T
O
 S           aside as
  S           rubbish.
   E
    D

Rummage through file cabinets of
                        trials,habits,love
                      and
all the other trivial things
  we can't breath without.

Sticky soul penetrated by a
      roaming finger.
                   Lingering aftertaste.
                        Smash the case
                         and open up
                           my mind

or don't.

Who cares either way?

Pulp sculpted into a car wreck victim's
heart,beating in a soggy pile.

Terrains of orange like the
straining morning trying to invade the horizon again.

Adjust the tint knob.
Life is green.
                And always moreso on the other side
                                    of discovery.

Rubbery shrapnel.
            Apples to oranges is the equation of my existence.

Armor annihilated and discarded.
Amour,why?These flakes span our parted
                                ways
                             my melting
                                dove.

A pink shopfront made of silk architecture building

drawing artwork