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, genre: portrait, style: Post-Impressionism, gallery name: Private Collection, tags: female-portraits, Marusia-Burliuk, Face, Head, Cheek, Lady, Nose, completition: 1960.
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The rapper, who has become one of hip-hop’s leading stars, presided over a sweaty tangle of young men outfitted in black and ecstatically moshing.
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, genre: portrait, style: Post-Impressionism, gallery name: Private Collection, tags: female-portraits, Marusia-Burliuk, Face, Head, Cheek, Lady, Nose, completition: 1960.
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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.jpgJuliana May Brings the Audacity of Optimism to BAM Fisher
For her new work, opening at BAM Fisher, Juliana F.
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, genre: still life, style: Cubism, completition: 1913.
https://uploads7.wikiart.org/images/henri-le-fauconnier/a-still-life-with-a-carafe-and-glasses-1913.jpgSend me back to the cave!
I am tired of the people here!
I want to go home and
I want to snuggle up to my
Big strong bear
In my own little world...
My cave.
“ Who decides limits? And based on what? You said you worked hard? Well, maybe you need to work a little harder. Is that really the limit of your strength? Could the you of tomorrow beat you today? Instead of giving in, move forward ”
, genre: self-portrait, style: Romanticism, gallery name: Musée d'Orsay, Paris, France, tags: male-portraits, famous-people, Gustave-Courbet, completition: 1845.
https://uploads0.wikiart.org/00129/images/gustave-courbet/the-wounded-man.jpgMy tears of pain could not have justified my love for you.
What else am I supose to do?
All I can do is sit here and cry.
Write down my thoughts,
expressing all my feelings.
I wish I didn't have to though.....
I wish I could just shut it all out.
Block out everything,
turn my heart cold,
black.
Nothing in there.
Completly empty;
like a bottomless pit.
Everything empty;
but now.....
I have to deal with this.
How?
I don't know.
It ponders through my mind all the time.
Should I?
Shouldn't I?
Knowing me,
my decision will be bad.
That's always the outcome.....
no matter what.
I can feel my heart beating faster everytime I think about it.
Faster,
faster,
and faster!
I just want it all to stop.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
GO AWAY!
I don't want you here anymore!
You took over my mind.
I can't block you out.
Why?
That's my question.....
Why do you have this great power over me?
Why does it exsist?
Can't it just disapear?
No.....
that will never happen.
It's impossibile.
I can't explain it;
it's just too confusing to.
Can't you see what you are doing to me?
It hurts too much babe.....
You have caused me all this pain and torture.
It's all too much to bear.
I'm losing control over my life.
You control me now;
not me.
You are my keeper,
my owner,
my lover:
"I wish."
How long is this going to go on?
Weeks?
Months?
Years?
No,
I know the answer.....
forever.
I will always be yours.
You will always have the power over me;
for always and forever.
Even in death,
I will belong to you.
You are my everything.
Nobody can take that away from me.
I wish you would open your sparkling eyes and realize.....
realize my love;
love for you.
You always push it away.
Whenever I try to be there for you,
you block me out.
Making your heart cold,
black.
Completly empty.
You know I will always be there for you.
All I want to do is see you happy.
When you smile,
it makes me smile as well.
Just one look at you,
and my heart fills with joy.
I feel the butterflies in my stomach;
head pounding,
heart aching,
all for you.
I know time helps ease the pain,
but not for me.
I gave way too much fucking time.
All that time.....
and for what?
YOU!
It wasn't even worth it,
you didn't seem to care.
Now I can never have that time back.
So I sit here alone.
In the dark.
With the thoughts of you running through my mind.
It hurts too much.
This pain is not what I want.
I wish the pain could be over,
but it's not.
I don't think it ever will be.
So what do I do from here?
Honestly,
I don't really know.
I wish you would come up to me and say,
"I love you."
"I love you too hunni."
I wish to be free.
Free from your world,
and everything in it.
I don't think I could do that though.
So the days grow longer,
nights grow shorter;
while this pain runs through my body.
Why can't I move on?
Why can't I just say,
"Fuck you!"
because you mean so much to me.
I care too much for you.
I wish it all could be over.
I can't go on like this anymore.
So for now,
I'll see what the future holds.
David,
You know you will always be in my heart;
no matter what happens.
You were my first love.
Noone can take that away.
You are my everything.
*Dedicated to DBH
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Former Met guard Patrick Bringley reflects on one of his favorite work in the Museum: Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s "The Harvesters".
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The World, and That’s All - The Metropolitan Museum of Art
“During my ten years of working as a guard at The Met, no picture rewarded my attention as consistently.
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