http://youtu.be/El1kgCqD7Xk

Straight up can be hard to swallow

pootee:

Marline van der Eijk

pootee:

Marline van der Eijk

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johnbohl:

"Change the name! We don’t do shows anymore!" @ Gallery Four
Opening October 18th, 7-9 PM

johnbohl:

"Change the name! We don’t do shows anymore!" @ Gallery Four

Opening October 18th, 7-9 PM

antronaut:

Patricia Treib - Robe (2013) (via)

antronaut:

Patricia Treib - Robe (2013) (via)

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Black & White

benkling:

When you die, you get a sheet of paper.

It’s not a form, it’s not an invitation or directions to heaven. In point of fact, it’s entirely blank.

When you die, you get a blank sheet of paper and a pen.
What else you get is not much. You get space. Infinite, unyielding, tar black space. Technically it’s open but you might as well be in a room. You can’t really see anything but the paper and the pen, which are plenty visible.

You have a body, sort of. You don’t need to eat anymore or to run your fingers through your hair. You don’t need to stretch your lips and feel them crack when they are chapped. You don’t need lips at all. You can’t even really see your body in the absence of a mirror, but you know it has to be there, like your ears when you can’t see them, because the job gets done.

When you die, you get a sheet of blank paper, a pen, and hands to write with.
And that’s all. That and time.

You sit for a long while—two days maybe—thinking about the time. It feels like two days, anyway, and that feels very long to you. You know you’re dead—you remember the tree trunk, or the oncoming car, or the sudden, sharp pain in your left arm and chest. So you sit and you think—what next? Is this a test?

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Death mirrors life.

Jean-Baptiste Bernadet Untitled (Fugue XXV), 2014Oil on canvas200.7 x 180.3 cm

Jean-Baptiste Bernadet 
Untitled (Fugue XXV)2014
Oil on canvas
200.7 x 180.3 cm

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I’m out of control

I’m out of control

Girl

anti-anti-anti-art:

Nina Canell, Soft Stone, Neon, 2009.

anti-anti-anti-art:

Nina Canell, Soft Stone, Neon, 2009.

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If I fell

lc14558:

The secret to a flat tummy is pooping all the time

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Reason to Believe

When I Think of You