This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him:
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do.
—William Shakespeare. (1613). Henry VIII.
William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1878). “The Nymphaeum.”
Frederic Fontenoy. (1988). “M # 17” from Métamorphose. Slit-scan photographic self-portrait.
Andrei Artemyeff. (n.d.) “Albina.”
Crookhaven. (2007). “The hand that knew too much.” Photograph of statue of Socrates in the National Botanic Gardens of Ireland.
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John Wayne. c. 1930s. Image reblogged from wehadfacesthen.
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The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes and rivers,
The water is held in its arms
And the sky is held in the water.
What is water,
That pours silver,
And can hold the sky?
—Hilda Conkling (1920). “Water” in Poems From A Little Girl. New Yor: Frederick A. Stokes Company.
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“It is impossible, that man should not be a part of Nature, or that he should be capable of undergoing no changes, save such as can be understood through his nature only as their adequate cause.”
—Baruch Spinoza. (1677). Ethics, Part IV: Of Human Bondage, or the Strength of the Emotions.
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Gustav Klimt. (1889). “Allegory of Sculpture.”
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“I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations — one can either do this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it — you will regret both.”
—Søren Kierkegaard. (1843). Either/Or. Copenhagen: C.A. Reitzel.
Photograph of Tanner Tillung by Hedi Slimate.
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Paul Gauguin. (1892). “The Spirit of the Dead Watching.”
The things I’ve seen
Photo by Nadav Dov Boretzki
Olga Ziemska. (2003). Stillness In Motion. Locally reclaimed willow branches and wire. 69” x 155”. Chapel Gallery, Centre of Polish Sculpture, Oronsko, Poland.
