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Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

'Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.' This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: ‘My travels have changed me…’

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: ‘Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.’

May Benatar, Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss (via museumghost)

(Source: easyreadingisdamnhardwriting, via anti-banksy)

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou, Still I rise (via showslow)

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joannegreenbaum:

nikki de St Phalle

joannegreenbaum:

nikki de St Phalle

thoughtscreen:

What does school really teach children?
Truth comes from authority.
Intelligence is the ability to remember and repeat.
Accurate memory and repetition are rewarded.
Non-compliance is punished.
Conform: Intellectually and socially.

thoughtscreen:

What does school really teach children?

  1. Truth comes from authority.
  2. Intelligence is the ability to remember and repeat.
  3. Accurate memory and repetition are rewarded.
  4. Non-compliance is punished.
  5. Conform: Intellectually and socially.

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blastedheath:

Jan De Vliegher (Belgian, b. 1964), Schatkamer 8, 2011. Canvas, 110 x 127.5 cm.

blastedheath:

Jan De Vliegher (Belgian, b. 1964), Schatkamer 8, 2011. Canvas, 110 x 127.5 cm.

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aestheticanxiety:

DAVID HAMMONS
THE ART AUDIENCE IS THE WORST AUDIENCE IN THE WORLD. IT’S OVERLY EDUCATED, IT’S CONSERVATIVE, IT’S OUT TO CRITICIZE NOT TO UNDERSTAND, AND IT NEVER HAS ANY FUN. WHY SHOULD I SPEND MY TIME PLAYING TO THAT AUDIENCE?

aestheticanxiety:

DAVID HAMMONS

THE ART AUDIENCE IS THE WORST AUDIENCE IN THE WORLD. IT’S OVERLY EDUCATED, IT’S CONSERVATIVE, IT’S OUT TO CRITICIZE NOT TO UNDERSTAND, AND IT NEVER HAS ANY FUN. WHY SHOULD I SPEND MY TIME PLAYING TO THAT AUDIENCE?

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bofransson:

Landscape with Goatherd (also known as Woman Goatherd)
John Singer Sargent - circa 1891

bofransson:

Landscape with Goatherd (also known as Woman Goatherd)

John Singer Sargent - circa 1891

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judithbfarr:

#judithbfarr #plasticine

judithbfarr:

#judithbfarr #plasticine

textileartlove:

Anna Betbeze

textileartlove:

Anna Betbeze

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tskly:

Qajar Cerda Seca tile panel, Persia, 19th century

tskly:

Qajar Cerda Seca tile panel, Persia, 19th century

magictransistor:

Joachim of Fiore. Vaticinia de Pontificibus. Firenze. 1400s.

magictransistor:

Joachim of Fiore. Vaticinia de Pontificibus. Firenze. 1400s.

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