c0ssette:

Maximilian Lenz “A World” 1899,detail

c0ssette:

Maximilian Lenz “A World” 1899,detail

beautifulbizzzzarreart:

Alexandra Arizanovic

beautifulbizzzzarreart:

Alexandra Arizanovic

Shadow of Doubt, 2009, Oil on Canvas
Ghost Story 1, 2007, Oil and French enamel on Canvas

arpeggia:

Lars Teichmann - Untitled Portrait (after Gainsborough), 2010 | More posts

arpeggia:

Lars Teichmann - Untitled Portrait (after Gainsborough), 2010 | More posts

composition-improvisation:

Remedios Varo, Spiral Transit, c. n/d

composition-improvisation:

Remedios Varo, Spiral Transit, c. n/d

janea91:

Emma Watson | Glamour UK (October 2012)

janea91:

Emma Watson | Glamour UK (October 2012)

arpeggia:

Chad Wys | on Tumblr

Brutalized Gainsborough
paint on laser print
2009

arw126kc135:

Trent Gudmundsen - Late Summer Evening

arw126kc135:

Trent Gudmundsen - Late Summer Evening

limilee:

Norbert Schwontkowski, Observatorium, oil on canvas, 2009

limilee:

Norbert Schwontkowski, Observatorium, oil on canvas, 2009

uutpoetry:

Closure
Cold oils slid along his veins, chilling his blood: age crusting him with a salt cloak. Slowly, one by one, he selected the colors. He then put the dead man in a hollow tree at his head—for he wanted to protect him from the wolves—and laid himself down on the ground and moss. It was the skeleton of his wife in her yet unmoulded shroud. For the next several minutes, he carefully picked up the crayons and applied them to her bones, thinking quietly to himself the while. “She would love this,” he thought, “if she she could see herself now.” Our journey flows past us like ice chunks, maybe it is we that are stationary. That would make Death a huge glacier crashing into us while we’re strapped down near the equator. The act of closure will make a strong, sad sound.

uutpoetry:

Closure

Cold oils slid along his veins, chilling his blood: age crusting him with a salt cloak. Slowly, one by one, he selected the colors. He then put the dead man in a hollow tree at his head—for he wanted to protect him from the wolves—and laid himself down on the ground and moss. It was the skeleton of his wife in her yet unmoulded shroud. For the next several minutes, he carefully picked up the crayons and applied them to her bones, thinking quietly to himself the while. “She would love this,” he thought, “if she she could see herself now.” Our journey flows past us like ice chunks, maybe it is we that are stationary. That would make Death a huge glacier crashing into us while we’re strapped down near the equator. The act of closure will make a strong, sad sound.

callhermoonchild:

Gerhard Richter

callhermoonchild:

Gerhard Richter

themountainboy:

In the style of Van Gogh’s painting “Starry Night,” massive congregations of greenish phytoplankton swirl in the dark water around Gotland, a Swedish island in the Baltic Sea. Read more here.

themountainboy:

In the style of Van Gogh’s painting “Starry Night,” massive congregations of greenish phytoplankton swirl in the dark water around Gotland, a Swedish island in the Baltic Sea. Read more here.