1. Karl Schmidt-Rottluff: Liegender weiblicher Akt (1946)

    (Source: drawpaintprint, via the-paintrist)

     
  2. darksilenceinsuburbia:

    Embroidery works by Alaina Varrone

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    HERMOSO

     

  3. "

    Hoy estoy sin saber yo no sé cómo,
    hoy estoy para penas solamente,
    hoy no tengo amistad,
    hoy sólo tengo ansias
    de arrancarme de cuajo el corazón
    y ponerlo debajo de un zapato.

    Hoy reverdece aquella espina seca,
    hoy es día de llantos de mi reino,
    hoy descarga en mi pecho el desaliento
    plomo desalentado.

    No puedo con mi estrella.
    Y busco la muerte por las manos
    mirando con cariño las navajas,
    y recuerdo aquel hacha compañera,
    y pienso en los más altos campanarios
    para un salto mortal serenamente.

    Si no fuera ¿por qué?… no sé por qué,
    mi corazón escribiría una postrera carta,
    una carta que llevo allí metida,
    haría un tintero de mi corazón,
    una fuente de sílabas, de adioses y regalos,
    y ahí te quedas, al mundo le diría.

    Yo nací en mala luna.
    Tengo la pena de una sola pena
    que vale más que toda la alegría.

    Un amor me ha dejado con los brazos caídos
    y no puedo tenderlos hacia más.
    ¿No veis mi boca qué desengañada,
    qué inconformes mis ojos?

    Cuanto más me contemplo más me aflijo:
    cortar este dolor ¿con qué tijeras?

    Ayer, mañana, hoy
    padeciendo por todo
    mi corazón, pecera melancólica,
    penal de ruiseñores moribundos.

    Me sobra corazón.

    Hoy, descorazonarme,
    yo el más corazonado de los hombres,
    y por el más, también el más amargo.

    No sé por qué, no sé por qué ni cómo
    me perdono la vida cada día.

    "
    — Me sobra el corazón- Miguel Hernández
     
  4. Little Love Caster-Laura Marling

     
     
  5. This.

    (Source: guykneecologist, via amodernmanifesto)

     

  6. "Te amo,
    te amo de una manera inexplicable,
    de una forma inconfesable,
    de un modo contradictorio.
    Te amo
    con mis estados de ánimo que son muchos,
    y cambian de humor continuamente.
    por lo que ya sabes,
    el tiempo, la vida, la muerte.
    Te amo…
    con el mundo que no entiendo,
    con la gente que no comprende,
    con la ambivalencia de mi alma,
    con la incoherencia de mis actos,
    con la fatalidad del destino,
    con la conspiración del deseo,
    con la ambigüedad de los hechos.
    Aún cuando te digo que no te amo, te amo,
    hasta cuando te engaño, no te engaño,
    en el fondo, llevo a cabo un plan,
    para amarte mejor.
    Te amo…
    sin reflexionar, inconscientemente,
    irresponsablemente, espontáneamente,
    involuntariamente, por instinto,
    por impulso, irracionalmente.
    En efecto no tengo argumentos lógicos,
    ni siquiera improvisados
    para fundamentar este amor que siento por ti,
    que surgió misteriosamente de la nada,
    que no ha resuelto mágicamente nada,
    y que milagrosamente, de a poco, con poco y nada
    ha mejorado lo peor de mí.
    Te amo,
    te amo con un cuerpo que no piensa,
    con un corazón que no razona,
    con una cabeza que no coordina.
    Te amo
    incomprensiblemente,
    sin preguntarme por qué te amo,
    sin importarme por qué te amo,
    sin cuestionarme por qué te amo.
    Te amo
    sencillamente porque te amo,
    yo mismo no sé por qué te amo."
    — Pablo Neruda- Te amo

    (Source: aleg16)

     
  7. Some of my Willem de Kooning favorites:

    1. Door to the River (1960)

    2. Untitled (Pirate) (1981)

    3. Pink Angels (c. 1945)

    4. Woman (1950)

    5. Excavation (1950)

    6. Untitled (ca. 1960)

    7. Woman (1951)

    8. Easter Monday (1955)

    9. Woman - Blue Eyes (1953)

    10. Woman - Red Hair, Large Mouth, Large Foot (1965)

    (Source: likeafieldmouse)

     
  8. De pronto estamos sentados a obscuras, oyendo a obscuras porque se oye mejor.

    - Julio Cortázar, Bestiario.

    (Source: axlcrow, via comoelcafequeseenfria)

     
  9. post-impressionisms:

    In my Russian culture class today, we got to discuss one of my favorite paintings, Ivan the Terrible and His Son, by Ilya Repin (1885), and I wanted to share it, not only because it is a beautiful and compelling painting, but also because of the history behind it. 

    Ivan IV of Russia, commonly known as Ivan the Terrible, is pictured here with his dead eldest son and heir, Ivan Ivanovich. 

    It was a very hot day and Ivan Ivanovich’s wife was heavily pregnant and walking around in what Ivan deemed was less than proper attire for the wife of a tsarovich. When he forcefully told her as much, his son intervened on her behalf, defending his wife from his irate father. Infuriated at his defiance, Ivan struck him in the head with his staff, killing him. His eldest son and the heir to the Russian throne was now dead. After Ivan IV’s death a few years later, Russia fell into a long period of civil strife known as the Time of Troubles. 

    I don’t want to focus on the politics, though.

    This painting is one of Repin’s most famous, and understandably so. We see Ivan’s son, cradled to his father’s chest, dripping in vibrant red blood, with still a trace of shock in his eyes. 

    Ivan’s (IV) face is what captivates me though. His eyes are enormous, much like you would find in Russian icon paintings. Ivan, although tsars claimed to be appointed by God, looks anything but holy in this image; in fact, he looks a little demonic. His face is filled with horror, revulsion, and disbelief. Did this really just happen? Is his son truly dead? How many times has he held his son like this before, when he was smaller? It’s all the more interesting to think of a young Ivan (IV), whose father died when he was barely a toddler, leaving him to become a child ruler whose early life was dominated by powerful regents. He grew up without a father; now, in a cruel twist, he has lived to see his own son die, and at his own hands.

    Everywhere, the painting is saturated in red, one of the most beloved colors in Russian art. His son is bathed in white, dressed in pale colors, while he is shrouded in black, leaning into the shadows. The two figures jump out at the viewer from the center of the painting, forcing you to study the two of them. It’s painful to look at. But Repin’s masterful use of oil paint and light and dark make it very beautiful, too. 

    (via darksilenceinsuburbia)

     
  10. Fragmentation, 2003

    By Bohyun Yoon

    (Source: bloode, via nodaywithoutart)

     

  11. Ausencia de amor

    Cómo será pregunto.

    Cómo será tocarte a mi costado.
    Ando de loco por el aire
    que ando que no ando.

    Cómo será acostarme
    en tu país de pechos tan lejano.
    Ando de pobrecristo a tu recuerdo
    clavado, reclavado.

    Será ya como sea.
    Tal vez me estalle el cuerpo todo lo que he
    esperado.
    Me comerás entonces dulcemente
    pedazo por pedazo.

    Seré lo que debiera.
    Tu pie. Tu mano.

    Juan Gelman

    (Source: poesiaespanol)

     
  12. Hope Gangloff

    WOW. 

    (Source: showslow)

     
  13. The Great Wall of Vagina - Jamie McCartney (x)

    Jamie made molds of the vaginas of women between 18 and 76 years. Among others, they include twins and transgender women. Women are often confused about their vagina, because they think it looks different: with this project he demonstrates that vaginas are as different as faces. McCartney hopes that his work will help to stop the increasing growth of labia corrections in recent years.

    (Source: rikkisixx, via crackinthepaint)

     
  14. Will Barnet

    (Source: paperimages)

     

  15. "Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there; I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow,
    I am the diamond glints on snow,
    I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
    When you awaken in the morning’s hush
    I am the swift uplifting rush
    Of quiet birds in circled flight.
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.
    Do not stand at my grave and cry,
    I am not here; I did not die."
    — Mary Elizabeth Frye