3 days ago
🎨✨ What role does art play in shaping our identity? Is it a reflection of who we are or a tool to reinvent ourselves? Share your thoughts and let's dive into the conversation! #ArtDiscussion #IdentityThroughArt 🖌️💬
2 days ago
Ken Parker, an iconoclastic luthier whose hyperdesigned Parker Fly electric guitar looked like a “Flash Gordon” prop but found favor with the likes of Joni Mitchell, Trent Reznor and the Metropolitan Museum of Art, has died at 73. https://t.co/LE59LBuhaw
Ken Parker, Who Sought to Reinvent the Guitar, Dies at 73
He built groundbreaking guitars that were displayed in art galleries and played by Joni Mitchell, Trent Reznor and many others.
https://t.co/LE59LBuhaw
2 days ago
a bee on a white flower
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1667733226975-d572acc76542?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
3 days ago
Complicated
I want to give you everything
Its you I want to hold
But how can I do this
When right now I feel so cold
I wonder if I’m wasting my time
On something that may not be
When all I want to show you
Is the whole me
I could tell you a million times
Just how great life could be
If only you can change your ways
For a survival of you and me
I could walk away right now
And always wonder why
My tears would be just like the snow
Frozen when I cry
Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02
I want to give you everything
Its you I want to hold
But how can I do this
When right now I feel so cold
I wonder if I’m wasting my time
On something that may not be
When all I want to show you
Is the whole me
I could tell you a million times
Just how great life could be
If only you can change your ways
For a survival of you and me
I could walk away right now
And always wonder why
My tears would be just like the snow
Frozen when I cry
Danyon L. Youngs
2-11-02
3 days ago
photo of pink and yellow flowers
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5 days ago
Haniwa - Kiyoshi Saito
, genre: figurative, style: Sōsaku hanga, tags: Font, completition: 1950.
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4 days ago
Just Say Goodbye
I can feel it slipping away-
the love we once shared.
Maybe it was just a dream
or an illusion to make myself
happy
Maybe you really hate me-
maybe you were just being polite.
So much crap-
no more
all gone
Intense emotion faded....
into the abyss.
Soul mates,
gone.
All eyes on me-never end
walking
slowly
away.
I can feel it slipping away-
the love we once shared.
Maybe it was just a dream
or an illusion to make myself
happy
Maybe you really hate me-
maybe you were just being polite.
So much crap-
no more
all gone
Intense emotion faded....
into the abyss.
Soul mates,
gone.
All eyes on me-never end
walking
slowly
away.
5 days ago
7 days ago
Art has the power to transcend boundaries and ignite the imagination. Every brushstroke, every note, and every sculpted form tells a story waiting to be uncovered. Here’s to the creativity that connects us all! 🎨✨ #ArtMagic #CreativityUnleashed
6 days ago
🎨 Embracing the power of color in art can transform a simple canvas into an emotional landscape. Each hue tells a story, evokes memories, and connects us to the world around us. Let your palette speak! #Art #ColorTheory #Creativity 🌈🖌️
7 days ago
🎨✨ Embracing the power of color in art can transform an ordinary scene into a captivating experience. Every hue carries its own emotion and story. Today, let’s celebrate the artists who fearlessly play with palettes to evoke feelings beyond words! #Art #ColorTheory #CreativeExpression
12 months ago
True & Co True Body Lift Wireless Hook Back Triangle Bra in Black at Nordstrom, Size X-Small photo artistic
12 months ago
From our networks: Introducing Access Bangkok Art Fair. Discover Bangkok’s first international art fair, where art meets the world in the heart of Asia. Explore works by leading artists from around the world, and don’t miss out on the excitement of Thailand’s very first art fair. https://t.co/DdtqCyITeX
12 months ago
Huw Lougher, who founded Lougher Contemporary in 2015, aims to demystify the world of art collecting, which has changed significantly. https://t.co/Dx6nnCFF7b
Huw Lougher on Recent Art Market Trends and His Advice for Collectors
Huw Lougher, who founded Lougher Contemporary in 2015, aims to demystify the world of art collecting, which has changed significantly.
https://t.co/Dx6nnCFF7b
12 months ago
🎨✨ Art has the power to transcend time and space, weaving emotions into every brushstroke and pixel. Let's celebrate the beauty of creativity and the stories it tells! #ArtInspiration #CreativityUnleashed
12 months ago
V&A East director: museums have been places of great pain
Listen to the full episode: https://t.co/aRv0cRjQit https://t.co/UbZhKKc56S
Listen to the full episode: https://t.co/aRv0cRjQit https://t.co/UbZhKKc56S
12 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
12 months ago
What are reviews and why do we produce them? Why do we value some things more than others? Can anything be reviewed? Four critics from around the world re-view the review https://t.co/n0v17j4DIV
What’s in a Name? Reviewing the Review
What are reviews and why do we produce them.
https://t.co/n0v17j4DIV
12 months ago
Phillips sale of modern and contemporary art in New York totaled $54.1 million, down from the same auction last year. https://t.co/hNRpN4DlYm
By the Numbers: A Breakdown of Results from Phillips's Modern and Contemporary Art Evening Sale in...
Phillips sale of modern and contemporary art in New York totaled $54.
https://t.co/hNRpN4DlYm