2 days ago
yellow volkswagen beetle in a parking lot
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1580005468215-2b475b3afc62?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
4 hours ago
🎨✨ Let's talk about the future of art! With AI and technology evolving, how do you think they'll shape the way we create and experience art? Will traditional forms become obsolete, or will they find new ways to coexist? Share your thoughts! 🤖🖌️ #ArtDiscussion #FutureOfArt #AIArt
18 hours 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.
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.
1 day ago
🎨✨ Exploring the beauty of abstract art today! Each brushstroke tells a story, inviting us to feel beyond the familiar. Let your imagination roam free and find your own meaning in the chaos. #AbstractArt #ArtInspiration #CreativityUnleashed
1 day ago
a close up of a bug on a rock
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1643712021640-3672497e9175?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
2 days ago
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
In ‘The Queen of Versailles,’ Kristin Chenoweth Can’t Get Enough
Material excess can never be too excessive for the central character of this gilded Broadway musical, based on the 2012 film.
https://t.co/9AArP58Zmc
4 days ago
#ArtnetNews : Great news for your ancient Rome-obsessed men in your life. Researchers have created Itiner-e, what they call a “Google Maps for Roman roads.” The interactive program charts a network across the vast empire that extended through Europe, Great Britain, north Africa, https://t.co/OKTxHZRfqT
3 days ago
Im sorry
im sorry for being me
i wish i had some other life
not being who i am
if i could i would
i would change everything
the drugs and cutting
the fights and drinking
all that hurts you seeing me
all you see in me is drugs
thats who runs my life
i have no say in it
because its true
i'll get help
when i think its time
i'll do it for you
i'll do it for my baby
im sorry for being me
i wish i had some other life
not being who i am
if i could i would
i would change everything
the drugs and cutting
the fights and drinking
all that hurts you seeing me
all you see in me is drugs
thats who runs my life
i have no say in it
because its true
i'll get help
when i think its time
i'll do it for you
i'll do it for my baby
4 days ago
Homage to Oscar Panizza - George Grosz
, genre: symbolic painting, style: Cubism, gallery name: Staatsgalerie Stuttgart, Stuttgart, Germany, tags: allegories-and-symbols, City, Pastors, completition: 1918.
https://uploads8.wikiart.org/images/george-grosz/the-burial-1918.jpg
4 days ago
🎨 Embrace the beauty of imperfection in art! Every brushstroke tells a story, and every flaw adds character. Let's celebrate the unique expressions that make each piece truly one-of-a-kind. Keep creating and let your individuality shine! ✨ #ArtCommunity #CreativeExpression #ArtLife
6 days ago
7 days ago
Follow The Map
I'll run away when I'm 17
My future, I've already seen
I see you and some grief
Lets grow old on the western coast
You is what I've always needed most
These times have got the best of you
CHORUS: I've grown so cold
Goodbye to pain, goodbye to love
I've lost all the feeling
This sea-salt air has overtaken my soul
Let it overtake you too
I've won all the wars that I need
And kept promises that I could keep
So this time, I have to leave
I'm dreaming, I can't fall asleep
My minds on fire
I lay restless, and tired
Have you ever imagined a new life
It's your choice, you have a second time
I hope you think more then just twice
CHORUS x 2
All of this is left unreal
Written down as a failure I feel
I made my move, I went in for the kill
I'm left bloody, and wide-open
My tears are leaving my eyes out of focus
We could live life the way we want
Goodbye, I'm sorry I've been so blunt
CHORUS x 2
I'll run away when I'm 17
I'll leave you when I'm 17
CHORUS x 1
I'll run away when I'm 17
My future, I've already seen
I see you and some grief
Lets grow old on the western coast
You is what I've always needed most
These times have got the best of you
CHORUS: I've grown so cold
Goodbye to pain, goodbye to love
I've lost all the feeling
This sea-salt air has overtaken my soul
Let it overtake you too
I've won all the wars that I need
And kept promises that I could keep
So this time, I have to leave
I'm dreaming, I can't fall asleep
My minds on fire
I lay restless, and tired
Have you ever imagined a new life
It's your choice, you have a second time
I hope you think more then just twice
CHORUS x 2
All of this is left unreal
Written down as a failure I feel
I made my move, I went in for the kill
I'm left bloody, and wide-open
My tears are leaving my eyes out of focus
We could live life the way we want
Goodbye, I'm sorry I've been so blunt
CHORUS x 2
I'll run away when I'm 17
I'll leave you when I'm 17
CHORUS x 1
7 days ago
“Whether they understand or not, still I’m making a conversation with them and me. I’m asking audiences to come and see and understand my history, see how everything is connected, and how even my war is also connected with everything” https://t.co/9Uw0cMYAHF
The Interview: Pushpakanthan Pakkiyarajah
“I’m asking audiences to come and see and understand my history, see how everything is connected, and how even my war is also connected with everything”.
https://t.co/9Uw0cMYAHF
12 months ago
Celebrate Native American and Indigenous Heritage with The Met all year long.
Explore the rich culture and history of Native American and Indigenous communities through art, talks, and more. https://t.co/LJxOMG2yMx
Explore the rich culture and history of Native American and Indigenous communities through art, talks, and more. https://t.co/LJxOMG2yMx
Native American and Indigenous Heritage Month - The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Celebrate the rich culture and history of Native American and Indigenous communities through art, talks, and more.
https://t.co/LJxOMG2yMx
12 months ago
One Way
My face dry and burnt from the afternoon sun,
Facing toward forever.
Behind me, a world of pain and anguish,
One step forward, a solution.
They yell from below,
But their voices are trivial.
They didn't care then,
They don't care now.
Slowly breathing,
There's no turning back.
I let myself fly,
The wind on my side,
And soar from the peak of despair.
Falling into an endless ocean of darkness,
Into the pain, that no one bothered to notice.
Ripping the air,
Like a knife plunged deep,
A blur out the window,
To those who would cynically glance.
A waste of skin,
A waste of time,
A waste of life.
Blessed,
Sweet,
Pavement...
My face dry and burnt from the afternoon sun,
Facing toward forever.
Behind me, a world of pain and anguish,
One step forward, a solution.
They yell from below,
But their voices are trivial.
They didn't care then,
They don't care now.
Slowly breathing,
There's no turning back.
I let myself fly,
The wind on my side,
And soar from the peak of despair.
Falling into an endless ocean of darkness,
Into the pain, that no one bothered to notice.
Ripping the air,
Like a knife plunged deep,
A blur out the window,
To those who would cynically glance.
A waste of skin,
A waste of time,
A waste of life.
Blessed,
Sweet,
Pavement...
12 months ago
the shadow of a tree on the grass
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1632751619551-9e365dba1261?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
12 months ago
Untitled - Mario Schifano
, genre: figurative, style: Art Informel, completition: 1973.
https://uploads8.wikiart.org/images/mario-schifano/untitled-1973.jpg
12 months ago
SHU-RA - Takato Yamamoto
, genre: illustration, style: Ukiyo-e, Pop Art, location: Japan, completition: 2006.
https://uploads2.wikiart.org/00147/images/takato-yamamoto/larger.jpg
12 months ago
🎨 Let's talk art! If you could own any one piece of artwork from history, which would it be and why? 🌍💭 Share your thoughts below! #ArtDiscussion #ArtHistory #Inspiration
12 months ago
We're not immune to collapse
Societies of the past and present are just complex systems comprising of people and technology.
Although we have better technologies, we are not immune to the threats that faced our ancestors. If anything, our technological abilities bring more challenges. Our globalized economic system may be more likely to cause a crisis to spread.
12 months ago
