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Egon Schiele
Blind Mother(via egonschiele: griffinlb)
Posted on February 18, 2010 via SCHIELE with 56 notes
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Posted on February 18, 2010 via Nocturnal Wonderland with 13 notes
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Tavik František Šimon (T.F. Šimon)
Nocturne in Auray,Brittany
image © Tavik František Šimon [1877-1942]
Nocturne in Auray,Brittany/ visipix.dynalias.com](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kxxzg3YkEx1qahuhjo1_500.jpg)
Tavik František Šimon (T.F. Šimon)
Nocturne in Auray,Brittany
image © Tavik František Šimon [1877-1942]
Nocturne in Auray,Brittany/ visipix.dynalias.com
Posted on February 18, 2010 via COULEURS with 16 notes
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liquidnight:
Colonel Joseph Gale - Ninety and Nine, circa 1890
[via the National Media Museum]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kx95idlBLJ1qzhl9eo1_500.jpg)
Colonel Joseph Gale - Ninety and Nine, circa 1890
[via the National Media Museum]
Posted on February 18, 2010 via (OvO) with 71 notes
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The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him…a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create…so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless creating.
Posted on February 18, 2010 via lexicology with 279 notes
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008-Letra I-Fantastic Alphabet -Master ES 1420-1468 (via ayacata7)
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Lazy Cats (via Radonich Aleksandra)
Posted on February 18, 2010 via Fairy Dreams with 49 notes
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by unidentified artist
(via Dear Ada)thanks to lethebashar
Posted on February 18, 2010 via Arsvitaest with 425 notes
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(via aliciamary)
Posted on February 18, 2010 via straightupvulgar. with 52 notes
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somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too nearyour slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first roseor if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands- e e cummings
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(via whisperingwillow)
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Queen Anne’s Lace (via beccafromportland)
Posted on February 18, 2010 via my-shy-room with 62 notes
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(via oldchum)
Posted on February 18, 2010 via OLD CHUM with 40 notes
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liquidnight:Lewis W. Hine - Bordeaux paper woman, circa 1918-1919
From Lewis Hine in Europe - The Lost Photographs
Posted on February 18, 2010 via (OvO) with 153 notes
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Painter, illustrator, maker of clocks & teller of tales, who travelled in a house on wheels to the edge of Dartmoor and now sits there amongst books and paint finding beauty in otherness..
This will be a sketchbook of ideas, visuals to inspire, and snippets from my own journey.
http://intothehermitage.blogspot.com
