16 hours ago
a black and white photo of an elephant
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1 day ago
a group of trees in the foreground with a mountain in the background
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2 days ago
I am not what it seems
I am
not me
I am not what I seem to be
I am not what I look like
masked in the darkness
that only the tears can see
shimmering droplets of fear
breaking the barrier of myself
I am
wrecked
split
torn
embedded
I am a creature behind the pain
sensually smiling to everyone
screaming inside for what is not
as I die with every little breath
I take this life down with me
I am
horrid
masked
broken
terrified
I am hurting for help from others
yet I ask the wrong questions
pondering when I will be saved
yet awaiting the tock of the clock
that never seems to pass on by
I am
crimson
cut
severed
tainted
I am what I feel inside of me
killing off the presence of life
bearing down in the empty hole
realizing no heart was what I had
stone cold in the isolation of myself
I am
ignorant
pitiful
disgraceful
stupid
I am what I don't seem to be
so look at the out and not the in
for your eyes will fill with tears
as my body lay in the cold emptiness
knowing what I was, not who I am
I am
not me
I am not what I seem to be
I am not what I look like
masked in the darkness
that only the tears can see
shimmering droplets of fear
breaking the barrier of myself
I am
wrecked
split
torn
embedded
I am a creature behind the pain
sensually smiling to everyone
screaming inside for what is not
as I die with every little breath
I take this life down with me
I am
horrid
masked
broken
terrified
I am hurting for help from others
yet I ask the wrong questions
pondering when I will be saved
yet awaiting the tock of the clock
that never seems to pass on by
I am
crimson
cut
severed
tainted
I am what I feel inside of me
killing off the presence of life
bearing down in the empty hole
realizing no heart was what I had
stone cold in the isolation of myself
I am
ignorant
pitiful
disgraceful
stupid
I am what I don't seem to be
so look at the out and not the in
for your eyes will fill with tears
as my body lay in the cold emptiness
knowing what I was, not who I am
4 days ago
The Red Bridge - Julian Alden Weir
, genre: landscape, style: Impressionism, gallery name: Metropolitan Museum of Art (Met), New York City, NY, US, tags: Line, Bridge, Waterway, Reflection, completition: 1895.
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4 days ago
Long-necked glass vase - Louis Comfort Tiffany
, genre: design, utensil, style: Art Nouveau (Modern), tags: Vase.
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4 days ago
My darkest hour
I never imagined my darkest hour
to be this dark
I'm consumed in this hole
connecting my heart with my mind
combining the eyes of Horus
searching for the reason
my days are so drab
I never imagined my darkest hour
to be this dark
I'm consumed in this hole
connecting my heart with my mind
combining the eyes of Horus
searching for the reason
my days are so drab
6 days ago
I am not what it seems
I am
not me
I am not what I seem to be
I am not what I look like
masked in the darkness
that only the tears can see
shimmering droplets of fear
breaking the barrier of myself
I am
wrecked
split
torn
embedded
I am a creature behind the pain
sensually smiling to everyone
screaming inside for what is not
as I die with every little breath
I take this life down with me
I am
horrid
masked
broken
terrified
I am hurting for help from others
yet I ask the wrong questions
pondering when I will be saved
yet awaiting the tock of the clock
that never seems to pass on by
I am
crimson
cut
severed
tainted
I am what I feel inside of me
killing off the presence of life
bearing down in the empty hole
realizing no heart was what I had
stone cold in the isolation of myself
I am
ignorant
pitiful
disgraceful
stupid
I am what I don't seem to be
so look at the out and not the in
for your eyes will fill with tears
as my body lay in the cold emptiness
knowing what I was, not who I am
I am
not me
I am not what I seem to be
I am not what I look like
masked in the darkness
that only the tears can see
shimmering droplets of fear
breaking the barrier of myself
I am
wrecked
split
torn
embedded
I am a creature behind the pain
sensually smiling to everyone
screaming inside for what is not
as I die with every little breath
I take this life down with me
I am
horrid
masked
broken
terrified
I am hurting for help from others
yet I ask the wrong questions
pondering when I will be saved
yet awaiting the tock of the clock
that never seems to pass on by
I am
crimson
cut
severed
tainted
I am what I feel inside of me
killing off the presence of life
bearing down in the empty hole
realizing no heart was what I had
stone cold in the isolation of myself
I am
ignorant
pitiful
disgraceful
stupid
I am what I don't seem to be
so look at the out and not the in
for your eyes will fill with tears
as my body lay in the cold emptiness
knowing what I was, not who I am
6 days ago
🎨✨ Art lovers, what’s your take? If you could only choose one art movement to define your style, which would it be and why? 🖌️ #ArtDiscussion #ArtMovements #CreativeCommunity
12 months ago
grayscale photo of woman in black coat smiling
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12 months ago
Sea storm - Anton Romako
, genre: genre painting, style: Realism, gallery name: Belvedere, Vienna, Austria, tags: storm-and-tempest, completition: 1882.
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12 months ago
françois blanciak architect dunkirk arts quarter competition proposal architecture%20building
12 months ago
Why am I still waiting?
I sit on my bed staring at the clock,
Where are you?
It then strikes half past two,
when will you call?
three o'clock and you still haven't called,
Why am I still waiting?
I've sat here since one pm or earlier,
I'm sick of these games you play.
Tampering with my trust in you and making me feel not wanted,
I'm done with this.
But if I'm sick of all this then why do I stick around?
I love you.
You finally call at pm and I'm ready to let you go,
But I want to know where you were.
So where were you while I waited around for you?
You then say you just forgot.
I think about it all while I listen to Numb by Linkin Park
Which reminds me a little of us.
A month passes and I hear from you yet again,
You want my heart to belong to you once more.
Stupid me let's myself fall back in love with you
I know it won't last forever.
I now feel for someone other than you and it is not fair.
So I say goodbye once again.
A couple weeks later, all I think about is you,
Please let me try one more time.
That is all I ask,
Just one date.
I sit on my bed staring at the clock,
Where are you?
It then strikes half past two,
when will you call?
three o'clock and you still haven't called,
Why am I still waiting?
I've sat here since one pm or earlier,
I'm sick of these games you play.
Tampering with my trust in you and making me feel not wanted,
I'm done with this.
But if I'm sick of all this then why do I stick around?
I love you.
You finally call at pm and I'm ready to let you go,
But I want to know where you were.
So where were you while I waited around for you?
You then say you just forgot.
I think about it all while I listen to Numb by Linkin Park
Which reminds me a little of us.
A month passes and I hear from you yet again,
You want my heart to belong to you once more.
Stupid me let's myself fall back in love with you
I know it won't last forever.
I now feel for someone other than you and it is not fair.
So I say goodbye once again.
A couple weeks later, all I think about is you,
Please let me try one more time.
That is all I ask,
Just one date.
12 months ago
The merchant wife and the brownie - Boris Kustodiev
12 months ago
Life is progress, not perfection
It doesn't work like a check-list: You can't check each item off, get to be happy and old for a couple of decades, then you die. Problems don’t go away, they change and evolve. And accepting life's imperfection is hard because it forces us to accept that we have to live with things we don’t like.
12 months ago
Leningrad. Neva. - Pyotr Konchalovsky
12 months ago
12 months ago
Explore how Black artists and other cultural figures have engaged with ancient Egypt over the last 150 years. ✨
Join us Saturday, December 7 for an afternoon of dynamic conversations, presentations, and performances by leading artists and scholars to explore themes in the https://t.co/0RSM0FxGiL
Join us Saturday, December 7 for an afternoon of dynamic conversations, presentations, and performances by leading artists and scholars to explore themes in the https://t.co/0RSM0FxGiL
12 months ago
woman in white lace dress sitting on white chair
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