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kallll:

“El Sueno" by Frida Kahlo
This is one of my favorite Kahlo paintings which has two names — “The Dream” and “The Bed” (matches the duplicity of the painting, doesn’t it?). I interpret it as an expression how she feels about her marriage to her husband, Diego Rivera. Such an emotive painting, and so rich for interpretation. 

kallll:

El Sueno" by Frida Kahlo

This is one of my favorite Kahlo paintings which has two names — “The Dream” and “The Bed” (matches the duplicity of the painting, doesn’t it?). I interpret it as an expression how she feels about her marriage to her husband, Diego Rivera. Such an emotive painting, and so rich for interpretation. 

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plutonian-prince:

'orange grove'
ink pens, color pencil, marker, pencil, watercolor on sketchbook paper

plutonian-prince:

'orange grove'

ink pens, color pencil, marker, pencil, watercolor on sketchbook paper

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"Once in a while it really hits people that they don’t have to experience the world in the way they have been told to."
Alan Keightley (via psych-facts)

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austinkleon:

Jorge Luis Borges: The Task of Art

The task of art is to transform what is continuously happening to us, to transform all these things into symbols, into music, into something which can last in man’s memory. That is our duty. If we don’t fulfill it, we feel unhappy. A writer or any artist has the sometimes joyful duty to transform all that into symbols. These symbols could be colors, forms or sounds. For a poet, the symbols are sounds and also words, fables, stories, poetry. The work of a poet never ends. It has nothing to do with working hours. Your are continuously receiving things from the external world. These must be transformed, and eventually will be transformed. This revelation can appear anytime. A poet never rests. He’s always working, even when he dreams. Besides, the life of a writer, is a lonely one. You think you are alone, and as the years go by, if the stars are on your side, you may discover that you are at the center of a vast circle of invisible friends whom you will never get to know but who love you. And that is an immense reward.

Thx @robinsloan

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