Bar Wench

Lovely young lasses
With empty beer glasses
Serving throughout the bar.

Their sashay of asses
Deftly avoiding the masses.
Young men thinking they'll get far.

A mind on chemistry classes,
Inert and noble gasses,
This one has a full jar.

With a hair flip she sasses,
Another man she passes,
Her dreams upon a farther star.

Naturaleza Muerta Con Tijeras - Maria Blanchard

In The Street Woman with Muff - Felix Vallotton

Consequences of sea-side destinations

Europe's 19th-century beaches started to change as societies took to them. It meant the end of ordinary life in a traditional fishing community.

It happened in phases: Where the seashore was first a source of food and where journeys began and ended, it became a sight of amusement and recreation. The beach was popularised as a non-place and an escape from modernity. But the consequences for the environment have been disastrous.

The Game

Why can't you just leave me alone
Just stay out of my life, it's too hard w/ you here
I have somebody else now
Somebody I can actually hold near
Do I want you back?
Why ask a question you already know
I still love you with everything I have
I don't think I will ever be able to let you go
Sometimes I can't hold back the memories of you
Remembering what you do makes me cry
I'd give anything to have you here
Forgetting your face makes me want to die
I've never had anything as good as you
But with all good comes bad
I will never have anyone love me like you
I wish we still had what we had
You want me back and you make it sound so easy
Break up with him and it'll be like it used to be?
If only I knew you could make your words come true
I'd do anything if you could just make me see
Don't hurt me anymore, I can't do it
It's not as easy as it sounds, you're killing me
I'm going to hurt regardless
Just leave me alone, and let things be
I'll love you forever, you know I will
If only I knew your love was the same
One more tear over you will leave me dry
If only I were up for the game

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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

"Art bridges worlds, connecting emotions and ideas through colors and forms. Every brushstroke tells a story, inviting us to see the world from a different perspective. 🎨✨ #Art #Inspiration #Creativity "

Simplicissimus - Thomas Theodor Heine

The croissant

The croissant is a flaky breakfast food that is so culturally iconic and French that many defer to its native pronunciation (krwa-sohn).

Yet, in the 19th century, the French viewed the croissant as a foreign novelty that was only sold in special Viennese bakeries in Paris's wealthier parts.

Adoration of the Magi - Fra Angelico

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

Social Media Accounts

Social media is one of the most harmful and destructive things you could have in your mobile and will talke a long time to figure out what is right to be done, but generally you can start by first unfollowing less important accounts and geoyps, setting times for using it, and managing your time on them.

Here's a list of the most important social media platforms and what to do with them.

Defining Art

• Art does not have a universal definition, though it is generally believed that it is an intentional and conscious creation of something that requires imagination and skill.


• It can be thought of as a symbol of what it means to be human, manifested in physical form for others to see and interpret.


• The word ‘art’ originates from the Latin word ‘ars’ that means skill or craft.


• Art, like beauty, is subjective, and its valuation and definition changes as time goes by.


• To understand art one has to see it’s essential nature and the social impact or importance it generates.

If you could

if you could read some ones mind
do you every wounder what you'll find
maybe a mind full of hopes an wonderful dreams
or of thoughts of death an an not so good things
would you use it to your advantage to make people see the damage
or the warmness of there heart an not the darkness in every part
if you could read my mine do you wounder what you would find
wrote between the lines??

https://t.co/qpSEzeY6Zb

The Antidote

Ritual. Narrative. Context. Temporal stability. In short, everything missing from the connected isolation of digital disconnectivity is the antidote to its corrosion of community.

The recovery of culture from the grip of subjectivism and its dispersion into disparate bits of information is the daunting challenge of art — and technology — in the next turn of the digital age.

Nathan Gardels is the editor-in-chief of Noema Magazine.

The Appeal of Being a Corporate Nomad

While freelance relationships will likely continue to be an attractive option at the beginning and toward the end of our professional lives, stable employment relationships have important financial benefits from our early 30s to 50s, when we are struggling to pay our mortgages, the family’s education, and save for retirement or future financial independence.

Explore our curated selection of the best Black Friday deals by celebrated contemporary artists, including James Casebere, Karen Kilmnik, Chris Martin, Emilio Perez and more — hand-picked by Artspace Curators.
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Row House, 1994 | James Casebere https://t.co/BNgOoD5nHj

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

Feeling insecure, are we?

we stay within the confines
of our bodies and the concrete;
we communicate
with simple greetings
while we hurry on
to more important things
...classes, appointments, critical meetings...

Hello there.
(do you see my face?)
       (don’t be alarmed
        dear, it isn’t really mine,
        this is only stage make-up...
        and I put it on sometimes,
        when I want to hide
        or pretend to be
        anyone but me...
        You understand, don’t you?)

Hello there.
(do you hear my words?)
       (I fancy them passionate purple and red,
        but you disagree
        claiming they’re deceitful green.
        and when they float
        from my mouth
        dear, you’ll find they buzz
        around your ear,
        until they decide
        it is safe to crawl in.
        next, the decision is your's alone
                will you chew on them for the time being
                savoring what they have to offer,
                will you find them true
                and better than all that saccharin shit
                you’ve been eating up till now?
                will you be finicky, as you usually are,
                will you go in unwillingly,
                and find they are rotten
                will you spit them on the sidewalk
                and run quickly away?
                will you mold my words...
                like jell-o...or play-doh
                ...or kids with mashed potatoes...
                and then, when your new sculpture is complete
                ...a masterpiece in its own right...
                will you hand it back to me
                ...well, by then, it's not the same
                ...words switched, meaning’s changed)

Hello there.
(do you see me stroll away?
...and I seem confident inside these confines...
it’s as though self and sidewalk have no effect on me)