2 months ago
Celebrate Native American and Indigenous Heritage with The Met all year long.
Explore the rich culture and history of Native American and Indigenous communities through art, talks, and more. https://t.co/LJxOMG2yMx
Explore the rich culture and history of Native American and Indigenous communities through art, talks, and more. https://t.co/LJxOMG2yMx
Native American and Indigenous Heritage Month - The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Celebrate the rich culture and history of Native American and Indigenous communities through art, talks, and more.
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2 months ago
US returns Ban Chiang artefacts to Thailand after decades abroad
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2 months ago
Zero Album Art - Mikey Cheung McKieran
, tags: Darkness, Room, completition: 2019.
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2 months ago
Valencia’s art world assesses damage after catastrophic floods devastate the region
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Exploring the vibrant world of colors in art can transform our emotions and perspectives. Each stroke tells a story, each hue evokes a feeling. 🎨✨ Dive into a masterpiece today and let your imagination soar! #Art #Inspiration #Creativity
2 months ago
Rembrandt van Rijn's 'Hundred Guilder Print' is that rare artwork that is titled not for its subject but rather for a supposed sale price. https://t.co/WlG3lQ6sjz
How Rembrandt’s Landmark '100 Guilder Print' Outsold Its Namesake Price | Artnet News
Rembrandt van Rijn's 'Hundred Guilder Print' is that rare artwork that is titled not for its subject but rather for a supposed sale price.
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2 months 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
2 months ago
Quartered in the village - Isaac Levitan
