11 months ago
Finance meets street art at Peter Tuchman’s Wall Street gallery–The trader-turned-curator showcases works exploring the intersections of art and the financial world
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11 months ago
The slow increase of consumerism
The idea of people as consumers took shape before WWI, but it became more common in America in the 1920s.
People have always consumed the basics of life - food, clothing, shelter. They had to work to get them, but there was little economic motive for increased consumption among the masses. Attempts to promote new fashions and boost sales slowly increased as the pursuit of wealth extended beyond the very rich.
11 months ago
a group of brown objects
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11 months ago
My Own Broken Mirror
It’s my perfect distortion
My face mirrored, and split by emotion
Toyed with and tainted as I move
From one to another, I fit to the grooves
Of the loose ends of sharpness that gather to unite
To be perfectly fitted
And renewed to the mirrored spite
Unnoticeably broken
But brittle and rough
Stand from afar, and admire the muffs
Help with the pane
Move to uncertainty
Lure the cheery light
And cure my fearful fright.
It’s my perfect distortion
That I recognize so well
But help me see
What the others see but tell.
Are the pieces lost?
Slipped through the cracks?
Fallen through to the dangerous high acts?
I’ll never know of my pieces that are missing.
Mold the old to fit the space
Kiss the glass, even of bad taste
Forever, but never made
To be new
Just molded and distorted
To create a familiar you
Of mirrored light, broken,
But Forever Bright.
Please stay with the brittle pane
Until the sun goes down
And pain fades
And new lights of distorted beauty
Reign again
It’s my perfect distortion
My face mirrored, and split by emotion
Toyed with and tainted as I move
From one to another, I fit to the grooves
Of the loose ends of sharpness that gather to unite
To be perfectly fitted
And renewed to the mirrored spite
Unnoticeably broken
But brittle and rough
Stand from afar, and admire the muffs
Help with the pane
Move to uncertainty
Lure the cheery light
And cure my fearful fright.
It’s my perfect distortion
That I recognize so well
But help me see
What the others see but tell.
Are the pieces lost?
Slipped through the cracks?
Fallen through to the dangerous high acts?
I’ll never know of my pieces that are missing.
Mold the old to fit the space
Kiss the glass, even of bad taste
Forever, but never made
To be new
Just molded and distorted
To create a familiar you
Of mirrored light, broken,
But Forever Bright.
Please stay with the brittle pane
Until the sun goes down
And pain fades
And new lights of distorted beauty
Reign again
11 months ago
Bela Czobel, Girl 1930 - Bela Czobel
11 months ago
Landscapes, Seascapes and Cityscapes in a Whirlwind Clipart - 45 High Quality JPGs - Digital Download - Card Making, Mixed Media digital%20artwork
