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Aug 31, 2014
angrywhistler:

Édouard Vuillard
Self-portrait 1893 oil on canvas
Aug 31, 2014 / 83 notes

angrywhistler:

Édouard Vuillard

Self-portrait 1893 oil on canvas

The Boston Musical Instrument Company engraved ne plus ultra on its instruments from 1869 to 1928 to signify that none were better.
From Wikipedia Latin phrases page 
Aug 25, 2014
Emmet Gowin
Nancy, 1969
Aug 25, 2014 / 811 notes
Aug 22, 2014
angrywhistler:


Kim Froshin
Aug 17, 2014 / 148 notes
pinkmayo:

Dana Schutz
Aug 17, 2014 / 146 notes

pinkmayo:

Dana Schutz

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Nancy and Dwayne, Danville, Virginia
photo by Emmet Gowin, 1970via: bombsite
Aug 3, 2014 / 54 notes

Nancy and Dwayne, Danville, Virginia

photo by Emmet Gowin, 1970
via: bombsite

Aug 3, 2014 / 15 notes
Jul 29, 2014 / 2 notes

"Cone Wall," activated here in an interactive installation exhibit called "Accidentally Perfect," at Ed Video Media Arts Centre, curated by Sophia Zheshui Lin. Pinecones, removed from the wall and soaked in water before being returned to the wall, close and reveal a pixelated drawing, which then gradually disappears as the cones dry and expand back to their naturally acclimatized state. The whole process for each drawing takes a day or two (2010). In this clip, four separate sequential patterns were made and have been repeated to loop five times.

Ginko Coat 
Jul 28, 2014

Ginko Coat 

Pierre Cecile Puvis De Chavannes (1824-1898), Autumn (c.1864), oil on canvas, 40 x 51.1 cm. Collection of Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, DC, USA. Via Smithsonian.
Jul 28, 2014 / 19 notes

Pierre Cecile Puvis De Chavannes (1824-1898), Autumn (c.1864), oil on canvas, 40 x 51.1 cm. Collection of Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, DC, USA. Via Smithsonian.

I spent the impetuousness of my twenties in love. In love with a man, sure, but also in love with a woman named Rosie who taught me how to present a bottle of wine like a boss. In love with my elderly landlords, war survivors, who showed me how loud love can be, and how to weave story out of the scraps of love. In love with a small boy I used to nanny, who was happiest with his head on my stomach and his thumb in his mouth. In love with Mara from Italy who wet her pants when she was excited and kissed me on the lips and took me to meet her cousins—brawny, tender boys with whom I also fell in love. I fell in love with professors and baristas and truck drivers and hotel clerks. Once, I fell in love with a customer service representative in Iowa over the phone. I fell in love with trash and wind and trailer parks nestled brightly on the beaches of Florida. I fell in love with the blinding kitsch of America and stared full-faced, as if at the sun. I fell in love with other people’s children and the holy mystery of the working miniature. (I think of my father worrying his model sailboats in the evenings, their tiny masts thin as toothpicks, the marvel of their stamp-sized sails catching his breath. Did he imagine himself an inch high, roaming the planks, or instead the benevolent creator, omniscient and good?) I fell for Renaissance art and Belgian beer. I fell so hard for tomato juice one summer I drank until my gums bled. I ate raw kale until it hurt.
Jul 19, 2014
Homer 
Jul 14, 2014

Homer 

Asafo Flags from Ghana
Jul 11, 2014 / 5 notes

Asafo Flags from Ghana