🎨 Embracing the beauty of imperfection in art allows our creativity to flow freely. Each brushstroke tells a unique story, revealing the depth of human experience. Let's celebrate the art that resonates with our emotions and connects us all! #Art #Creativity #Inspiration

In “Erwin Olaf—Freedom,” the Stedelijk Museum polemically presents the scale of the lauded Dutch artist’s diversity, devoting over a dozen rooms to a breathtaking range of photographs alongside occasional experiments with video and sculpture. "If this produces tonal whiplash for https://t.co/lHCKBQGNsQ

Liquid Fusion

Cool reflection wails
Blowing jazz on riverbank
A tugboat plays bass

Tidings

“ My" target="_blank" class="inline-link">https://poets.org/poem/my-... 71st Year ” by Walt Whitman

Antonin Dvorak: Symphony" target="_blank" class="inline-link">https://open.spotify.com/t... No. 9 in E Minor, Op. 95, B. 178 “From the New World”: II. Largo

Reverent, wistful, wise, both Whitman and Dvorak take a sweeping look back over the trials and triumphs of life with a sense of closure and acceptance. The poem and the piece are a salute to life as it stands, happiness and heartbreak included. Rather than a continuum, we feel the past and present all at once—ending not with a bang, but with a whisper. 

One Way

My face dry and burnt from the afternoon sun,
Facing toward forever.
Behind me, a world of pain and anguish,
One step forward, a solution.

They yell from below,
But their voices are trivial.
They didn't care then,
They don't care now.
Slowly breathing,
There's no turning back.
I let myself fly,
The wind on my side,
And soar from the peak of despair.

Falling into an endless ocean of darkness,
Into the pain, that no one bothered to notice.
Ripping the air,
Like a knife plunged deep,
A blur out the window,
To those who would cynically glance.
A waste of skin,
A waste of time,
A waste of life.

Blessed,
Sweet,
Pavement...