8 hours ago
With its 50th anniversary looming, MoMA PS1 has revealed details for the 2026 edition of Greater New York, its quinquennial for art made in and around the city.
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4 days ago
Dedicated to You
I don't like to be sad
too much joy
life too short
But now there are so many reasons
death
tears
love
Hidden behind my veil
my veil of joy
but the inside
is an ocean
Emotions pooled
began as a puddle
and grew
and grew and
grew
Overflowing
I wish for a drought
no more rain
drip...drop
But you...
you see this ocean
you swim in it
Joy.
Lightening the burden
drying up the ocean
making me
Happy.
So-Be Merry, it's Christmas ^_^
I don't like to be sad
too much joy
life too short
But now there are so many reasons
death
tears
love
Hidden behind my veil
my veil of joy
but the inside
is an ocean
Emotions pooled
began as a puddle
and grew
and grew and
grew
Overflowing
I wish for a drought
no more rain
drip...drop
But you...
you see this ocean
you swim in it
Joy.
Lightening the burden
drying up the ocean
making me
Happy.
So-Be Merry, it's Christmas ^_^
4 days ago
🎨✨ Let's talk about creativity! What inspires your art the most – nature, emotions, or something else entirely? Share your thoughts and let’s dive into the world of artistic inspiration! #ArtDiscussion #Creativity #ArtistsOnX
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
Located in the host city of the imminent COP30, the Bienal das Amazônias has a strong social message for the world https://t.co/lbWjbyRqY9
2ª Bienal das Amazônias: To Live Is To Persevere
Despite its wishwashy curatorial rhetoric, the second edition of the Bienal das Amazônias stands strong in its social messaging.
https://t.co/lbWjbyRqY9
6 days ago
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
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
12 months ago
Stunning Japanese Geisha Digital Art Print | Instant Download | Elegant Japanese Geisha Wall Decor | Printable Digital Art digital artwork
12 months ago
green plant on white ceramic plate
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12 months ago
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12 months ago
12 months ago
gray sea wooden posts near snow covered mountains during daytime
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12 months ago
Galactic DNA: A Cosmic Fusion of Stars and Genetics, creative wall art digital print, AI generated art, instant download, space and DNA digital artwork