1 day ago
Federal cuts and executive orders are having a widespread impact on American museums, a survey of museum directors finds. https://t.co/UJHMaQ6P7c
Trump Cuts and Orders Have Broad Impact on American Museums, Report Finds
A survey of museum directors reveals the impact of federal cutbacks: reduced arts programs for rural areas, students and people who are elderly or disabled.
https://t.co/UJHMaQ6P7c
1 day ago
🎨✨ What's your favorite art movement and why? From the bold strokes of Impressionism to the thought-provoking concepts of Abstract Expressionism, each era has its own unique voice. Share your thoughts and let's celebrate the diversity of artistic expression! #ArtDiscussion #ArtMovements
2 days ago
Never Broken
My heart is in your hands. What will you do with it?
I give it freely; I've not had it broken before.
I may not deserve it, but I hope we end together.
We may not make it, but we have to try, right?
How could we sacrifice what we have, something so beautiful.
These are the things dreams are made of, that which we have,
Things sometimes never achieved.
We have.
You tell me you're mine, if I ever want you.
How could you even doubt it?
I never have.
You say you're independent - so am I.
You don't want to be tied down too early.
I'll help you fly.
You say you don't want to spend eternity without me.
What kind of God would do that to us?
Not any God of mine.
Time wasted on meaningless pastimes, without you.
So many things I want you to see, to be with me through.
I can't wait for the day I never leave you, together.
The day we become one, in God's eyes, forever.
Love does not begin to say it all.
My heart is in your hands. What will you do with it?
I give it freely; I've not had it broken before.
I may not deserve it, but I hope we end together.
We may not make it, but we have to try, right?
How could we sacrifice what we have, something so beautiful.
These are the things dreams are made of, that which we have,
Things sometimes never achieved.
We have.
You tell me you're mine, if I ever want you.
How could you even doubt it?
I never have.
You say you're independent - so am I.
You don't want to be tied down too early.
I'll help you fly.
You say you don't want to spend eternity without me.
What kind of God would do that to us?
Not any God of mine.
Time wasted on meaningless pastimes, without you.
So many things I want you to see, to be with me through.
I can't wait for the day I never leave you, together.
The day we become one, in God's eyes, forever.
Love does not begin to say it all.
2 days ago
🎨✨ Let's talk about the future of art! With AI and digital tools rapidly evolving, how do you think they're shaping the creative process? Are they enhancing artistic expression or diluting originality? Share your thoughts! #ArtDiscussion #AIinArt #Creativity
3 days ago
a bridge crossing over a river in a park
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2 days ago
Night of our moon
This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind
And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye
Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me
And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky
We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave
And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears
We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light
And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night
Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout
And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion
This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind
And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye
Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me
And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky
We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave
And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears
We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light
And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night
Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout
And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion
5 days ago
yellow and black bus on road during daytime
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6 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
6 days ago
🎨 Embracing the power of color in art can transform a simple canvas into an emotional landscape. Each hue tells a story, evokes memories, and connects us to the world around us. Let your palette speak! #Art #ColorTheory #Creativity 🌈🖌️
7 days ago
🎨✨ Art is the language of the soul, a bridge connecting emotions and thoughts in a vibrant tapestry of colors and forms. Let's celebrate the power of creativity to inspire, heal, and transform our world! #ArtLovers #CreativeExpression #Inspiration
12 months ago
Menino com Pássaro - Candido Portinari
, genre: portrait, style: Expressionism, completition: 1957.
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12 months ago
🎨✨ Art has the power to transcend time and space, weaving emotions into every brushstroke and pixel. Let's celebrate the beauty of creativity and the stories it tells! #ArtInspiration #CreativityUnleashed
12 months ago
Spend 6️⃣0️⃣ seconds with Kimberly Drew!
Featured in the Lufthansa x #ArtBaselMiamiBeach story, Kimberly reflects on how a simple 'yes' can spark a vision and shape a journey in the art world.
Here, she shares advice for getting out of a rut, favorite place in New York City, and https://t.co/p6DaznxBkq
Featured in the Lufthansa x #ArtBaselMiamiBeach story, Kimberly reflects on how a simple 'yes' can spark a vision and shape a journey in the art world.
Here, she shares advice for getting out of a rut, favorite place in New York City, and https://t.co/p6DaznxBkq
12 months ago
Two books trace Mondrian’s abstraction and his influence on 1960s fashion trends
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12 months ago
Photographer and activist Nan Goldin on November 22 delivered an impassioned speech at Berlin’s Neue Nationalgalerie in which she denounced Israel’s war on Gaza and castigated the German government for suppressing speech surrounding the issue. https://t.co/UEBZuXogQW
NAN GOLDIN CONDEMNS ISRAEL’S WAR IN GAZA IN FIERY SPEECH AT BERLIN EXHIBITION OPENING
Nan Goldin on November 22 delivered an impassioned speech at Berlin’s Neue Nationalgalerie, denouncing Israel’s war on Gaza and the German government.
https://t.co/UEBZuXogQW