, genre: landscape, style: Ukiyo-e, tags: Water, completition: 1857.
https://uploads0.wikiart.org/00301/images/hiroshige/37-kilns-and-the-hashiba-ferry-on-the-sumida-river.jpgGrammys Snubs and Surprises: Rap Reigns, and Lorde Won’t Slay
A look at the nominations’ unexpected story lines, including best new artist nominees with unusual paths and the event’s hesitancy around “KPop Demon Hunters.
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, genre: landscape, style: Magic Realism, location: United States, tags: forests-and-trees, cliffs-and-rocks, Nature, Natural landscape, Sky, Tree, Plant, completition: 1994.
https://uploads7.wikiart.org/images/eyvind-earle/even-tide-1994.jpgI wish that you could hold me in your arms.
Hold me close to you where I can escape from the pain.
I wish that you could comfort me and make me feel at ease.
I wish that you were here now. You did this to me.
Why won’t you fix it? I wish you would fix it.
I wish you would mend my broken heart.
Just put the pieces back together.
I wish I knew what you’re thinking. How you’re feeling.
I wish you were here to talk to me. To give me advice and listen.
I wish I could pour my heart out to you. I wish I could cry on you shoulder and not have to fight the tears back.
Knowing that you won’t attempt to dry them at all.
That you would let them all slip from my soul until I drowned.
I wish that you could make me stop crying or at least try.
I wish you never made me cry in the first place.
I wish that I could feel your heart beating.
Your head resting on mine. Your arms tightly holding onto me as if you never want me to leave.
I wish I could have that feeling back one more time.
Just one more time with you to show you how I feel.
To have that feeling that words can’t even come close to describing.
I think I love you but it is too late.
You’re gone and now I want you more than ever.
I wish you were mine to hold. I wish that you knew.
, genre: design, utensil, style: Art Nouveau (Modern), tags: Vase.
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, 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.jpgJoin us for Career Insights — a chance to talk directly with Met staff across departments, hear from current interns, and explore real pathways into museum work.
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, 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.jpga man getting his arm wrapped around another man
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Many of us feel overwhelmed with technology and the pressures of remote work. This can be distraction, Zoom fatigue, burnout and other forms of digital sickness.
We need to be in the state of digital flourishing, assessing our digital wellness and taking action by using technology in the right doses.
This involves:
- Reflecting on how we use digital technology.
- Being aware of where our attention goes.
- Aligning our use of digital technologies with our motivations and values.
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
a cactus garden with mountains in the background
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I can feel it slipping away-
the love we once shared.
Maybe it was just a dream
or an illusion to make myself
happy
Maybe you really hate me-
maybe you were just being polite.
So much crap-
no more
all gone
Intense emotion faded....
into the abyss.
Soul mates,
gone.
All eyes on me-never end
walking
slowly
away.
YoungEun Kim Awarded 2026 ACC Future Prize
The Gwangju-based Asian National Cultural Center (ACC) has named interdisciplinary artist YoungEun Kim the winner of the ACC Future Prize.
https://t.co/9njyRCqqhdWhat 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...
, genre: photo, style: Contemporary, tags: Sky, Cloud, Sphere, Atmosphere.
https://uploads7.wikiart.org/00287/images/francis-a-willey/wonder.jpga woman wearing a hat and sunglasses on the beach
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