1 day ago
🎨✨ What's one piece of art that has profoundly changed your perspective on life? Share your thoughts and the artist behind it! #ArtDiscussion #ArtInspiration
2 days ago
The physical languages movement directors create can be the secret ingredient that makes a runway show, an advertisement or a movie scene feel alive. https://t.co/SHmJmbO67C
Movement Directors Are the Secret Ingredient to Movies and Runway Shows
The way an actor physically inhabits a character.
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1 day ago
Art is Therapy
- Any kind of creation is an act of God, and the creator feels better after the creation has been completed.
- Art is Therapy, and is healthy for you, just like eating well, or regular exercising
2 days ago
From our networks: West Bund Art & Design returns to Shanghai, November 13-16, 2025, for its 12th edition, gathering 200+ galleries, institutions, and partners.
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3 days ago
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
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
4 days ago
All Alone
All alone
By Charles Marks
Sitting all alone, Thinking of you
Praying and hoping you get better
Wishing I could be there too help u feel better
Thinking of you all day and night
Wishing i was there too help u feel Better
But You were Unsure about that
What can I do too show your Parents I am Not a bad guy
That I am only a guy with huge heart looking after you
You Know that
So what can we do too show that too them
I’m running out of Ideals
I hate seeing you being ill
It's not fun, Plus I can't see you
So get better Hun
Love ya your Hun Charles
All alone
By Charles Marks
Sitting all alone, Thinking of you
Praying and hoping you get better
Wishing I could be there too help u feel better
Thinking of you all day and night
Wishing i was there too help u feel Better
But You were Unsure about that
What can I do too show your Parents I am Not a bad guy
That I am only a guy with huge heart looking after you
You Know that
So what can we do too show that too them
I’m running out of Ideals
I hate seeing you being ill
It's not fun, Plus I can't see you
So get better Hun
Love ya your Hun Charles
3 days ago
Soul Mates
I could stand here and challenge fate
With no one else but you
Is it all worth the wait
Or will you just hurt me too
I’ve learned to stand behind
Everything you’ve said
Just when everyone said
I should listen to them instead
You have put me on a pedestal
I’ll always call you king
You tell me I’m your angel
Let me fix your broken wing
I need to be complete
I need to take my chance
If our souls are meant to meet
Lets give them the chance to dance
Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02
I could stand here and challenge fate
With no one else but you
Is it all worth the wait
Or will you just hurt me too
I’ve learned to stand behind
Everything you’ve said
Just when everyone said
I should listen to them instead
You have put me on a pedestal
I’ll always call you king
You tell me I’m your angel
Let me fix your broken wing
I need to be complete
I need to take my chance
If our souls are meant to meet
Lets give them the chance to dance
Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02
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
7 days ago
When my dreams end
What lies over a rainbow...
That catches our soul...
What does the voice in the wind have to say...
To bring you wondering each passing day...
Why does your reflection shimmer in a churning stream...
Making you wonder if life is nothing but a dream...
And perhaps that's all life really is, a dream.
Because things never really stay what they seem.
Like grains of sand...
Slipping through a grasping hand...
You just can't seem to hold onto them.
Like light slowly leaving, and making a room dim.
And if life is nothing but a dream then what shall happen when it dies away.
Fading like a flower when the autum night takes over its summer day.
What shall happen when my dreams end...
Shall another start, and I just mend?
Or perhaps I will give in and just die.
Taking my last breath as a long sigh.
Oh, what shall happen when my dreams depart?
Shall I then just wither away and fall apart?
And gasp a long cry into the nocturnal air as the moon gazes down upon my poor, dying soul.
Watching me wither, and to end all, dying like flames upon a single piece of coal.
Why must it be this way?
Why must I end my day...
Oh, I hope and I so desperatly plead.
That this dream to not let me bleed.
To hold onto me.
And let me see.
My life, my dream...
My reflection... in the stream...
What lies over a rainbow...
That catches our soul...
What does the voice in the wind have to say...
To bring you wondering each passing day...
Why does your reflection shimmer in a churning stream...
Making you wonder if life is nothing but a dream...
And perhaps that's all life really is, a dream.
Because things never really stay what they seem.
Like grains of sand...
Slipping through a grasping hand...
You just can't seem to hold onto them.
Like light slowly leaving, and making a room dim.
And if life is nothing but a dream then what shall happen when it dies away.
Fading like a flower when the autum night takes over its summer day.
What shall happen when my dreams end...
Shall another start, and I just mend?
Or perhaps I will give in and just die.
Taking my last breath as a long sigh.
Oh, what shall happen when my dreams depart?
Shall I then just wither away and fall apart?
And gasp a long cry into the nocturnal air as the moon gazes down upon my poor, dying soul.
Watching me wither, and to end all, dying like flames upon a single piece of coal.
Why must it be this way?
Why must I end my day...
Oh, I hope and I so desperatly plead.
That this dream to not let me bleed.
To hold onto me.
And let me see.
My life, my dream...
My reflection... in the stream...
7 days ago
Philosophy of Art
- Art as Representation or Mimesis. Representation of art as an imitation or copying became the mainstream meaning of art in Greece. Plato first developed the idea of art as “mimesis,” which, in Greek, means copying or imitation. How immaculately it replicated the original subject became the measure of its value.
- Art as Expression of Emotional content. Dramatic, sublime and heartfelt art becomes a way to express oneself during the Romantic movement , with audience response becoming key to the valuation of the content. The emotions that were felt when the art was witnessed became its barometer for success.
- Art as Form. Formal qualities of art became influential in the 18th century, with the principles of art and design, like balance, rhythm, harmony and unity became as important as the content of the work of art.
7 days ago
Monterey Forest - Guy Rose
, genre: landscape, style: Impressionism, tags: forests-and-trees, cliffs-and-rocks, Sky, Dirt road, Road, Natural landscape, Wilderness, Mountain, Tree, Cloud, Infrastructure, completition: 1919.
https://uploads0.wikiart.org/images/guy-rose/monterey-forest-1919.jpg
6 days ago
#ArtnetNews : French authorities have revealed that the daring $102 million daytime jewel heist at the Louvre last month was carried out not by sophisticated criminal masterminds, but by small-time thieves from Paris’s suburbs.
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Louvre Heist: Five New Suspects Arrested | Artnet News
French prosecutors say five more suspects were arrested in connection with the shocking theft of $102 million worth of imperial jewelry from the Louvre.
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Art @ArtReview_ a double whammy: online I ask , "when, (if ever) should we work for free?"; and, in the mag, "who can afford to work at scale (and how)?"
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12 months ago
Breaking the Prairie - Grant Wood
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, genre: genre painting, style: Regionalism, location: United States, tags: Plough, completition: 1937.
https://uploads3.wikiart.org/images/grant-wood/a-short-break-from-pasture-work-1939(1).jpg
12 months ago
Tidy Up Your Endorsements
People are going to endorse you for all sorts of skills — sometimes even skills you don’t actually have.
LinkedIn lets you remove any irrelevant skills and endorsements.
You should avoid “lying” about your skillset, even if it is by omission.
12 months ago
A brush with… Jeff Wall: An in-depth interview with photographer Jeff Wall, discussing hallucinations, Franz Kafka and the inspiration he draws from comics
Read more: https://t.co/gkNXXvZBdZ
Listen to the full episode: https://t.co/vToN0YOQBi https://t.co/w9XYoGt8V8
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Listen to the full episode: https://t.co/vToN0YOQBi https://t.co/w9XYoGt8V8
12 months ago
12 months ago
Daybreak, the Oise, Ile de Vaux - Charles-Francois Daubigny
12 months ago
blue and white striped umbrella
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12 months ago
#ArtBaselStories : Mapping the Californian art world.
A spate of new shows acknowledges that West Coast art has never been monolithic, writes Catherine G. Wagley.
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A spate of new shows acknowledges that West Coast art has never been monolithic, writes Catherine G. Wagley.
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12 months ago
Alice Brock, whose eatery in western Massachusetts was immortalized as the place where “you can get anything you want” in Arlo Guthrie’s 1967 antiwar song “Alice’s Restaurant,” has died at 83. https://t.co/NAnelqb2KI
Alice Brock, Restaurant Owner Made Famous by a Song, Dies at 83
Arlo Guthrie’s antiwar staple “Alice’s Restaurant” was inspired by a Thanksgiving Day visit to her diner in western Massachusetts.
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12 months ago
There and back
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
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
