nataliakoptseva:

Apollinaris M. Vasnetsov (1856-1933): The Ballad. Ural. 1897

nataliakoptseva:

Apollinaris M. Vasnetsov (1856-1933): The Ballad. Ural. 1897

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Alexander Afonin: Light shines in the darkness

Alexander Afonin: Light shines in the darkness

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 Louise Bourgeois
The Smell of Eucalyptus (#1), 2006. Etching on paper

 Louise Bourgeois

The Smell of Eucalyptus (#1), 2006. Etching on paper

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 Louise Bourgeois
The Smell of Eucalyptus #2, 2006. Etching on paper

 Louise Bourgeois

The Smell of Eucalyptus #2, 2006. Etching on paper

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dappledwithshadow:

Vase of Flowers on Venetian Armchair
Henri Matisse - 1943

dappledwithshadow:

Vase of Flowers on Venetian Armchair
Henri Matisse - 1943

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Margaret Atwood

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can’t breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round. 

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Mary Oliver

Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting 
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
- B

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artexpert:

Les vacances de Hegel (1958) - René Magritte

artexpert:

Les vacances de Hegel (1958) - René Magritte

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fineartdread:

How Many Hands Do I Need to Declare My Love To You? | Bhupen Khakhar | 1994

fineartdread:

How Many Hands Do I Need to Declare My Love To You? | Bhupen Khakhar | 1994

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Felix Vallotton:  Die Risle bei Berville (1924)

Felix Vallotton:  Die Risle bei Berville (1924)

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