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Dope Artists: Bety Avila

It all started with Instagram.  I started following this really cool “organization” that showcases street art in Mexico City (future post).  They started posting progress pictures of a mural that was being painted by Mexican artist Bety Avila.  197 more words

Art

Under the Cool Tent

Under the cool tent he saw hope recklessness bitterness, bittersweet love in loving other women, new bodies, long used but with fresh offerings as in a new drug a new test to take passing even in failing, grasping lost hopes never hoped for so at least one can admit a little help can abandon memories that were never to be. 115 more words

Prose

Gustave Moreau

“”Moreau’s diverse and often paradoxical oeuvre lies at the crossroads of apparently contradictory trends in 19th-century art”, Peter Cooke observes at the end of his monographic study of Gustave Moreau (1826-98). 182 more words

Book Review

The Classroom: What does the Year Ahead Hold for You?

I discovered a new birthday practice last year, tried it out and was astonished at how uncannily accurate it was at giving me a glimpse into the year ahead for myself personally.  1,712 more words

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"Fifteen hundred years ago, everyone know that Earth was the center of the universe. Five hundred years ago, everyone knew that the Earth was flat, and fifteen minutes ago, you knew that humans were alone on this planet. Imagine what you'll know tomorrow." - Agent Kay (Men in Black)

It’s been a hot minute since my last post. I’m extremely aware and very apologetic! I haven’t been as productive as I would have liked to have been this summer, and now that the August weeks are whining down I’ve been feeling a large mix of emotions; one of which is disappointment. 1,551 more words

Afterlife

Spirit of Sandstone

Over the next few days (who am I kidding. . .it will probably be months), I plan on creating a series of paintings focused on different geologic formations. 352 more words

Art

Poetry Reading: Devotion and a Cold, Hard, Stone

By Baylie Karperien

Rain pools in cracks and crevices and pounds against the rock

Chants a rhythmic battle song and bends the slender stalk,

Of every blade of grass that dares to grow in all this gloom… 848 more words

Writing