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intothewonder:

The American naturalist painter Walton Ford skillfully creates highly detailed, dynamic scenes where naturalism meets surrealism. His animal creations are technically on point; however, they are often portrayed in a very surrealistic manner - oftentimes leaning towards the grotesque. His paintings are thought provoking, often containing a deeper philosophic or moral message.  But they are mostly visually stunning and highly intriguing. 

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Walton Ford watercolors

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chachipistachis:

pantslesswrock:

minstreloffire:

little-black-bear:

Did I ever mention I fucking love visual poetry? Because I fucking love visual poetry.

THIS IS SO COOL

wow is this ever relevant

Took me a second.

chachipistachis:

pantslesswrock:

minstreloffire:

little-black-bear:

Did I ever mention I fucking love visual poetry? Because I fucking love visual poetry.

THIS IS SO COOL

wow is this ever relevant

Took me a second.

(Source: bermira, via librarianinthebuff)

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Somebody donated a bunch of independent poetry zines at work the other week. Here is a piece of the cover.

Somebody donated a bunch of independent poetry zines at work the other week. Here is a piece of the cover.

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A 1960 edition of Goethe’s Faust.

Harry Clarke was an Irish artist (1889-1931) who was known for his book illustrations  and stained glass creations. Important figure in the Arts and Crafts movement  and was heavily influenced by Art Nouveau  and Art Deco.

Call #: PT2026.F2 T2 ; Accession #: 2015653

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Different perspective on yesterday’s post. From the magazine Artforum

Different perspective on yesterday’s post. From the magazine Artforum

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An Ode

I.
Fairly art from mans hands has been beauty
But in nature its sought her primary duty.
For far more grace is the art of she
And all of this is belonging in thee

II.
Outshine thine eyes even heavenly sights
Their stars being distant lights.
Skin from you is painted on bones
By hands that given roses vibrant tones.

III.
And if petals be velvet, thy lips be silken fair
From wrapped caccoons of butterflies rare.
So high the cheeks like lilies on the hill
Red with wind and white when still.

IV.
It may be so, but it must be
Thou are art made by she.
So when thee cease there’ll be no ache
For nature took what’s hers to take.

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