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Kasamatsu Shiro - Fujiyoshida
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Philippe Charles Jacquet
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Raoul Hynckes - Belgian street
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Jan Beutener - The Neighbours
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Georgia O'Keeffe - Barn with Snow
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Francis Davison ~ House (Essex)
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Gabrielle Garland
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Frederick Childe Hassam - Girl in a Doorway, 1883
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Z.Z. Wei - Blue Barn Shadows
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Kaoru Yamada - Familiar Landscapes
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Renato Guttuso - Tetti di Alcamo, 1976
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Chris Hytha - from Philadelphia Rowhomes
Opensea NFT project
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John Kasyn
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Albert Jacques Franck - Behind Spadina Ave
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Piet Mondrian - Farmhouse with wash on the line
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Someone wrote, "The highest form of love is friendship", and it got me thinking how many marriages could have been saved if there was just that. Because yes, friendship is a big freaking deal.
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William Mason Brown (1828-1898)
"Raspberries in a Wooded Landscape"
Oil on canvas
Located in the Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art, Bentonville, Arkansas
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The Sleep of Sorrow and the Dream of Joy by Raffaelle Monti
Victoria & Albert Museum, London, 02 IX 2017
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Vanitas (2014) | Roberto Ferri
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You think your anger is daring. You think it's vicious. You think your anger makes you feared. The shrill voice, the popping veins, flushed face. You think it gives you power and that no one could stand a chance against your rage. Like you are the glory of hell fire. When you come home and the food is cold, when you are tired but there is no one to listen to your complaints, when you are lonely and the left side of your bed is cold, when you are anxious and there's no one to call, when you are in pain and no one really seems to care, do you call it freedom? Or is it fair that you think it's the world that treated you unfairly? When the world, greets you cold, shouldn't you question how you have treated it too?
But I see it I do. how anger is your answer to pain. Anger is for when you hurt. Anger is your most tragic defense. I see how agonising it is to live with this fire clawing at your chest because you seem wronged and on and on again when all you feel is like you have done all of it right. But while this world may not be yours, your reality is completely your own. So, even when you mourn holding on to the ashes, you have to beware the monster within you set this forest on fire.
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