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https://t.co/n9GA9efYABgreen pine trees covered with white clouds
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A systematic approach would work best and decided to study color combinations that are regarded as harmonies. These combinations are known to have pleasing or contrasting quality to them and consists of these groups: analogous, complementary, Split-Complementary& Side-complementary, and Triad. There are numerous other color groups but we chose these harmonies that were unique for our use.
, genre: religious painting, style: High Renaissance, gallery name: Santa Corona, Vicenza, Italy, tags: Christianity, Jesus-Christ, Baptism, Mythology, completition: 1502.
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, genre: religious painting, style: Surrealism.
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, genre: cityscape, style: Post-Impressionism, tags: Medieval architecture, Sky, Building, completition: 1911.
https://uploads1.wikiart.org/images/gustave-loiseau/view-of-notre-dame-1911.jpgLight 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.
Why can't you just leave me alone
Just stay out of my life, it's too hard w/ you here
I have somebody else now
Somebody I can actually hold near
Do I want you back?
Why ask a question you already know
I still love you with everything I have
I don't think I will ever be able to let you go
Sometimes I can't hold back the memories of you
Remembering what you do makes me cry
I'd give anything to have you here
Forgetting your face makes me want to die
I've never had anything as good as you
But with all good comes bad
I will never have anyone love me like you
I wish we still had what we had
You want me back and you make it sound so easy
Break up with him and it'll be like it used to be?
If only I knew you could make your words come true
I'd do anything if you could just make me see
Don't hurt me anymore, I can't do it
It's not as easy as it sounds, you're killing me
I'm going to hurt regardless
Just leave me alone, and let things be
I'll love you forever, you know I will
If only I knew your love was the same
One more tear over you will leave me dry
If only I were up for the game
It was the ride of a lifetime
That turned around so much
Here off to leave the place we slept
To fight the world and such
We left everything but the sky
In our hearts it stayed tight
By love it stood alone that time
To us it only felt right
The tire blew up before some time
The distance fell short that day
Under the stars’ night we thought that
We had not picked a way
Together we ran forever to stay
And to be with each other
Every city had a small town
All towns looked like another
The road kept us bumping around
Holding on for our love
The way got rough and hard and tough
Hardly with heads above
The road came to a stopping point
Waiting for life to live
Our place is here the time is now
To stop running from time
I want to give you everything
Its you I want to hold
But how can I do this
When right now I feel so cold
I wonder if I’m wasting my time
On something that may not be
When all I want to show you
Is the whole me
I could tell you a million times
Just how great life could be
If only you can change your ways
For a survival of you and me
I could walk away right now
And always wonder why
My tears would be just like the snow
Frozen when I cry
Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02
, genre: portrait, style: Expressionism, location: ParisFrance, gallery name: Private Collection, tags: famous-people, female-portraits, Beatrice-Hastings, Face, Head, Nose, Lady, Chin, completition: 1916.
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- If it doesn’t induce the reader to proceed to the second sentence, your work is dead. Of such a progression of sentences, each tugging the reader forward until he is hooked, a writer constructs that fateful unit, the “lead.”
- Do not count on the reader to stick around. Readers want to know very soon what’s in it for them.
We caught up with Mikei and asked him about his work on Alvaro Barrington’s current Tate Britain installation, GRACE. Barrington’s work draws inspiration from personal memories, spanning time and place – from the sound of a https://t.co/7qWlc127jQ