galleritito:

Nude descending staircase
Artist: Tito Titus
Photo: t.t.t.
Tempura, India ink, chalk, and shellac on Kraft paper

galleritito:

Nude descending staircase

Artist: Tito Titus

Photo: t.t.t.

Tempura, India ink, chalk, and shellac on Kraft paper

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galleritito:

Poet’s art studio
t.t.t. 2013

galleritito:

Poet’s art studio

t.t.t. 2013

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"I am not attracted to brusqueness or sarcasm. But then, I don’t know anyone who is,"

Sayings of Te Toh (via titotitus)
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"the morning sun’s
young blonde woman
(butch in back
femme in front)
smokes cigarettes
drinks coffee neat
from a hand painted mug
the size of America
and scans the universe
in her palm."

t.t.t. [first day in San Francisco] (via titotitus)
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pvoland:

TROJAN
iconoclassic:

(via » Umberto Brunelleschi Art Deco Costume Illustrator “Say, did you see?”)

woooods:

one day i’ll be a squinty man who wears suits

people will bring me apples and i’ll watch them rot

a pile of woven baskets will be my casket

& i will sail to the delta singing

long live the void

(via charleyfoster)

free-parking:

John Baldessari, I Will Not Make Any More Boring Art, 1971

free-parking:

John BaldessariI Will Not Make Any More Boring Art, 1971

(via thegameofart)

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Daniele Buetti. White Tears on Red Face. Lightbox, 200 x 140 cm.


Website

darksilenceinsuburbia:

Daniele Buetti. White Tears on Red Face. Lightbox, 200 x 140 cm.

Website

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"I am not attracted to brusqueness or sarcasm. But then, I don’t know anyone who is."

Sayings of Te Toh (via titotitus)
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"Just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn’t the way they actually are."

John Green, Paper Towns  (via tited)

(Source: quota-tions, via constructionpaperflames)

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theparisreview:

A deer!—nibbling on the few green thingsthat grow in my strawy meadow.Mine, we say here: my studio, my meadow, my road.It is as it is. We were bornto possess it all and more. There’s no longera chance to change direction. So have one. Have a meadow,Try it on—there are black-eyed Susans in your hair.Have a deer. Have a deer fly—(I had twoof them yesterday. My stained tablet backs me up).Have a swallow. Try to hold it in your throatas it goes down beyond the pines of your forest.But first feel its presence, try to catchits essence. Before the words intrude.
—Joan Murray, from “Possession”Art Credit Wolfgang Tillmans

theparisreview:

A deer!—nibbling on the few green things
that grow in my strawy meadow.
Mine, we say here: my studio, my meadow, my road.
It is as it is. We were born
to possess it all and more. There’s no longer
a chance to change direction. So have one. Have a meadow,
Try it on—there are black-eyed Susans in your hair.
Have a deer. Have a deer fly—(I had two
of them yesterday. My stained tablet backs me up).
Have a swallow. Try to hold it in your throat
as it goes down beyond the pines of your forest.
But first feel its presence, try to catch
its essence. Before the words intrude.

Joan Murray, from “Possession”
Art Credit Wolfgang Tillmans

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newyorker:

A cartoon by Matthew Diffee. For more cartoons from the issue: http://nyr.kr/166DD1i

newyorker:

A cartoon by Matthew Diffee. For more cartoons from the issue: http://nyr.kr/166DD1i

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Unknown

artmuses:

Some words a scourge
Some tones a death
There is no here there
Nor a sky that cares
No certain look
No corporate hook
Just the drip, drop
The sheer scream of it

Recommendation

artmuses:

It isn’t recommended
To try and find yourself
In holocaust documentaries
In the Blue album while driving
The stark arrow finds the mark
While you run
With your little nest under your arm
With your broken-ness
All you know is
That you continue to cry in
The jungle alone
With your ghetto eyes
Your impetuous pounding chest

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