2 days ago
Portrait of a Man - Sandro Botticelli
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, genre: religious painting, style: Early Renaissance, gallery name: Private Collection, tags: Christianity, Virgin-and-Child, completition: 1490.
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2 days ago
Leather Lace
i once saw a face, it was so beautiful, it began to drown my soul, quicker as she stood in leather lace, and time began to unfold, I could hear the melody starting to pull, so i grasped her mystical flow, towards the heart, which began to beat, did not know her, nor knew where to start, when or how could we meet, deep started to call on deep, and in my heart and soul began for her to weep, i need an explanation, for such a moment, but as soon as i was told, i found out she was heaven sent! I can't understand the concept, emotions in a rage, but why writing tears on this last page, she may not understand and she may not care, but truly she is more than the crystal clear, morning of fog and light, truly god sent beauty to my sight, for this is the day i met grace, and yes she stood in leather lace!
i once saw a face, it was so beautiful, it began to drown my soul, quicker as she stood in leather lace, and time began to unfold, I could hear the melody starting to pull, so i grasped her mystical flow, towards the heart, which began to beat, did not know her, nor knew where to start, when or how could we meet, deep started to call on deep, and in my heart and soul began for her to weep, i need an explanation, for such a moment, but as soon as i was told, i found out she was heaven sent! I can't understand the concept, emotions in a rage, but why writing tears on this last page, she may not understand and she may not care, but truly she is more than the crystal clear, morning of fog and light, truly god sent beauty to my sight, for this is the day i met grace, and yes she stood in leather lace!
2 days ago
Cold Moon
blue seclusion
illuminating the midnight forest
every breath sending a cloud of cold crystals
it is all the best
looking at the cold blue moon
wondering.....
Will I die soon?
Is this the last thing of beauty I see?
And something tells me no
To keep living my life
Because....
There is another full moon
Around the corner
blue seclusion
illuminating the midnight forest
every breath sending a cloud of cold crystals
it is all the best
looking at the cold blue moon
wondering.....
Will I die soon?
Is this the last thing of beauty I see?
And something tells me no
To keep living my life
Because....
There is another full moon
Around the corner
2 days ago
Galleries Sprüth Magers and Skarstedt have announced that they will be taking on joint representation of artist George Condo. The deal means that Condo will no longer be represented by Hauser & Wirth, which first started working with the artist in late 2019.
Read more: https://t.co/M9QHrj8GR9
Read more: https://t.co/M9QHrj8GR9
2 days ago
On Popcast, five takeaways from this year’s Grammy nominations, including rap’s strong showing, a wide-open race for the biggest awards and a new guard of go-to favorites for the Recording Academy. https://t.co/U9Hygq7MX2
5 Takeaways From This Year’s Grammy Nominations
Breaking down the story lines to watch for the 2026 awards show, including big nominations for Bad Bunny and Lady Gaga.
https://t.co/U9Hygq7MX2
3 days ago
🎨 Unleashing creativity one brushstroke at a time! Art has the power to speak when words fail. Let's celebrate the vibrant world of colors, textures, and emotions that artists bring into our lives. #ArtCommunity #CreativityUnleashed #Inspiration
4 days ago
The Definition Of An Adult
Do you “feel” like your age? Our culture, families, and friends help us create an idea of what “being 25” or “being 40” or “being 60” should look like, but the truth is, there is no one way to define what a person should have accomplished by a given age. Still, you might feel uncomfortable if your perception of yourself doesn’t align with your idea of what being an adult of a certain age should look like—but there are steps you can take to help manage those expectations and focus on your reality.
5 days ago
Homosexual Adoption
Its not really a poem...but a issue i wanted to write and talk about so...ya'll let me know what you think. Grammer and other spellings might be a little off....
Imagine if you can, yourself sitting there waiting in a foster home waiting for someone to adopt you… You’ve hoped and dreamed of getting out of that place all your life. The one chance you get, he or she turns out to be homosexual, and so your dreams are shattered of having the life you’ve always wanted.
Who says that homosexuals can’t raise children to be the best they can be. Most people have the same in the home, specially in the State of Texas, in that I mean, there is either a father raising their kid(s) by himself, and a mother raising her kid(s) by herself. Many studies have proven that,studies done do to demonstrate that children raised in a homosexual home are no more likely to be homosexual than a child raised in a heterosexual home. “ –by Andy
A child turning homosexual has no barring on if their parent is or is not in the same sex process/relationship, it has to do with the emotional development of each child, in and outside of the home. Comments from kids, who are bisexual, lesbians, and gay all said the same thing “It had nothing to do with my parents, matter fact they are straight, and would probably flip if they knew I was a “homosexual” a friend of mines told me about her conditions of being adopted, and how her mother turned out to be a bisexual. "My mom's my best friend, and her girlfriend and I go shopping as if she’s my age....its so much fun to hang around them. I get the knowledge of being around homosexuals, besides how they act in a group of straight friends, and around people who are gay and lesbians, and even bi.” Many people don’t find a problem with it. Rosie O’Donnell has children who are adopted but it was before she announced herself as being a Lesbian, and once she did she had many problems with try to adopt more children after that. She has the capital and the will and the determination to raise such amount of children, why keep a child away from her? The better off the parent and his or her personality the parent(s)/guardian(s) has of getting that child. Trying to stop one person while granting the right to another person is unfair and unconstitutional. Each person has the right to, Life Liberty and Pursuit of Happiness, and if that means adopting a child then so be it, whether or not they be homosexual, or heterosexual. They still have the right to have a child. You wouldn’t say this person holds these amendments, while these few or so hold these. Its immoral, and again unconstitutional
Its not really a poem...but a issue i wanted to write and talk about so...ya'll let me know what you think. Grammer and other spellings might be a little off....
Imagine if you can, yourself sitting there waiting in a foster home waiting for someone to adopt you… You’ve hoped and dreamed of getting out of that place all your life. The one chance you get, he or she turns out to be homosexual, and so your dreams are shattered of having the life you’ve always wanted.
Who says that homosexuals can’t raise children to be the best they can be. Most people have the same in the home, specially in the State of Texas, in that I mean, there is either a father raising their kid(s) by himself, and a mother raising her kid(s) by herself. Many studies have proven that,studies done do to demonstrate that children raised in a homosexual home are no more likely to be homosexual than a child raised in a heterosexual home. “ –by Andy
A child turning homosexual has no barring on if their parent is or is not in the same sex process/relationship, it has to do with the emotional development of each child, in and outside of the home. Comments from kids, who are bisexual, lesbians, and gay all said the same thing “It had nothing to do with my parents, matter fact they are straight, and would probably flip if they knew I was a “homosexual” a friend of mines told me about her conditions of being adopted, and how her mother turned out to be a bisexual. "My mom's my best friend, and her girlfriend and I go shopping as if she’s my age....its so much fun to hang around them. I get the knowledge of being around homosexuals, besides how they act in a group of straight friends, and around people who are gay and lesbians, and even bi.” Many people don’t find a problem with it. Rosie O’Donnell has children who are adopted but it was before she announced herself as being a Lesbian, and once she did she had many problems with try to adopt more children after that. She has the capital and the will and the determination to raise such amount of children, why keep a child away from her? The better off the parent and his or her personality the parent(s)/guardian(s) has of getting that child. Trying to stop one person while granting the right to another person is unfair and unconstitutional. Each person has the right to, Life Liberty and Pursuit of Happiness, and if that means adopting a child then so be it, whether or not they be homosexual, or heterosexual. They still have the right to have a child. You wouldn’t say this person holds these amendments, while these few or so hold these. Its immoral, and again unconstitutional
4 days ago
A Suicide Bombing
An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.
They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.
The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.
They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.
A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?
What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.
An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.
They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.
The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.
They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.
A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?
What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.
5 days ago
Haniwa - Kiyoshi Saito
, genre: figurative, style: Sōsaku hanga, tags: Font, completition: 1950.
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4 days ago
#ArtnetNews : The Louvre has implemented a new €80 million ($92 million) master plan for improved security in the wake of the audacious $102 million daytime jewel heist that rocked the world last month. Read more: https://t.co/acIJL7VxuT
Louvre Heist: Five New Suspects Arrested | Artnet News
French prosecutors say five more suspects were arrested in connection with the shocking theft of $102 million worth of imperial jewelry from the Louvre.
https://t.co/acIJL7VxuT
7 days 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
12 months ago
Spooky Samsung Frame TV Painting, Vintage Gothic Art for Samsung The Frame TV painting artwork
12 months ago
With Miami on the horizon, we're revisiting the Art Basel and UBS Survey of Global Collecting for insights and a deeper understanding of the U.S. market.
According to the report, art fairs remain a key channel for new discoveries. Just under half (45%) if collectors reported https://t.co/x7iEFXpf1O
According to the report, art fairs remain a key channel for new discoveries. Just under half (45%) if collectors reported https://t.co/x7iEFXpf1O
12 months ago
🎨 Embrace the beauty of imperfection in your art. Every brushstroke tells a story, every flaw adds character. Let your creativity flow freely, and remember that true artistry lies in expressing your unique vision. #ArtInspiration #CreativityUnleashed #ImperfectlyPerfect
12 months ago
If tomarow never comes
What if tomorrow never comes will we miss what we did yesterday how bout what we did last . if tomorrow never comes will we forget the things we did in the past , will we forget the ones we love . if tomorrow never comes what will happen with to day will our memories fade away out of those who we care so much about .
what will happen with the world as we know it should it crumble and fall beneath us if tomorrow never comes . Shall all we fought so hard to protect die without us if tomorrow never comes.will we still be happy when were dead will we still be around in some way shape or form if tomorrow never comes...........
What if tomorrow never comes will we miss what we did yesterday how bout what we did last . if tomorrow never comes will we forget the things we did in the past , will we forget the ones we love . if tomorrow never comes what will happen with to day will our memories fade away out of those who we care so much about .
what will happen with the world as we know it should it crumble and fall beneath us if tomorrow never comes . Shall all we fought so hard to protect die without us if tomorrow never comes.will we still be happy when were dead will we still be around in some way shape or form if tomorrow never comes...........
12 months ago
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
Motivator
You are my motivation to wake up
My motivation to breath
My motivation to life
Motivation to see
When our eyes meet I know its fate
You are my love, life, my soul mate
You flow through me like waves at the beach
I hope you are never out of reach
You are behind this pen writing beautiful rhymes
You are worthy of all of my time
This last line is true
My heart is and always belongs to you
You are my motivation to wake up
My motivation to breath
My motivation to life
Motivation to see
When our eyes meet I know its fate
You are my love, life, my soul mate
You flow through me like waves at the beach
I hope you are never out of reach
You are behind this pen writing beautiful rhymes
You are worthy of all of my time
This last line is true
My heart is and always belongs to you
12 months ago
Vancouver’s floating artist residency finds new home near Maritime Museum
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12 months ago
Heart and Soul
verse 1
I’ve put my life on the line
In the search to find true happiness
On a dream is where I’d dwell
I had my life on the line
It was all on hold and colourless
The darker spirits had cast a spell
I’ve placed a trust in myself
My life will not be lead in loneliness
The streaming tears must float away
I had a trust in myself
Life can’t remain so passionless
Until that time I am a stray
chorus
One can’t just force the emotion
Force it to a place,
Where it can’t blossom proud and true
It lays low then attacks
Attacks when it finds someone
Connecting strong with you
I put my heart and soul
To find the one who’d show me heaven
There were few who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts were for nothing I could tell
And whenever fortune approached
I’d be brought down to serve in hell
Verse 2
I felt so blind to the truth
Naïve and young I wanted it
Because my life was bland and blue
I was so blind to the truth
Seeking all who I connected with
It wasn’t real love I knew
I’ve got a fire in my heart
Warm and raging, still alive
I’m alone, but I’m complete
I had a fire in my heart
It swung around, then learned to live
It’s independent to the heat
chorus
Bridge
The error of my ways was to
Seek compassion from another
My flaw in the day was to
Reciprocate from my lover
Yet all I ever needed was to love myself
With all my heart, from within my soul
Life’s just a series of moments
Mortal, null, and full of stress
A break to being must unfold
Life is a series of moments
Learn not to waste and self confess
So seize yours, don’t be told
Final Chorus
I have my heart and soul
I am the one who’ll show me heaven
With the one’s who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts had been for nothing, I could tell
Now whenever fortune approached
I’m not brought down to serve in hell
verse 1
I’ve put my life on the line
In the search to find true happiness
On a dream is where I’d dwell
I had my life on the line
It was all on hold and colourless
The darker spirits had cast a spell
I’ve placed a trust in myself
My life will not be lead in loneliness
The streaming tears must float away
I had a trust in myself
Life can’t remain so passionless
Until that time I am a stray
chorus
One can’t just force the emotion
Force it to a place,
Where it can’t blossom proud and true
It lays low then attacks
Attacks when it finds someone
Connecting strong with you
I put my heart and soul
To find the one who’d show me heaven
There were few who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts were for nothing I could tell
And whenever fortune approached
I’d be brought down to serve in hell
Verse 2
I felt so blind to the truth
Naïve and young I wanted it
Because my life was bland and blue
I was so blind to the truth
Seeking all who I connected with
It wasn’t real love I knew
I’ve got a fire in my heart
Warm and raging, still alive
I’m alone, but I’m complete
I had a fire in my heart
It swung around, then learned to live
It’s independent to the heat
chorus
Bridge
The error of my ways was to
Seek compassion from another
My flaw in the day was to
Reciprocate from my lover
Yet all I ever needed was to love myself
With all my heart, from within my soul
Life’s just a series of moments
Mortal, null, and full of stress
A break to being must unfold
Life is a series of moments
Learn not to waste and self confess
So seize yours, don’t be told
Final Chorus
I have my heart and soul
I am the one who’ll show me heaven
With the one’s who took me high
Heaven never heard my cry
My efforts had been for nothing, I could tell
Now whenever fortune approached
I’m not brought down to serve in hell
12 months ago
In “Dear Lord, Make Me Beautiful,” an evening-length dance at the Park Avenue Armory, Kyle Abraham considers what scares him but also what it might feel like to have burdens lifted. https://t.co/mqdMBhPHll
Kyle Abraham Faces His Anxieties With ‘Dear Lord, Make Me Beautiful’
In “Dear Lord, Make Me Beautiful,” an evening-length dance, the choreographer considers what scares him but also what it might feel like to have burdens lifted.
https://t.co/mqdMBhPHll
12 months ago
🎨✨ Art has the power to transcend boundaries and connect us all. From the strokes of a brush to the intricacies of digital design, creativity knows no limits. Let's celebrate the endless expressions of human imagination! #ArtInspiration #CreativeJourney
