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I'm not really anything but a person named Megan.
I was born to raise hell, but we never live up to our potential, do we?
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Miles Davis, you make any fog covered, dampened, nightmare-awaken morning into a beautifully painstaking one. You make all five senses feel, think, smell, and taste differently. You make everything all right, and I love to be alone with you. You cascade and rid my plagued apprehensions as easy as pulling a silk table cloth over raw mahogany. You and Monk are guilty for deliberately engrossing my perspective in truth for the beauty in the outright ugly and in the mundane, and now I’m O.K. again.
Now onto Bitches Brew…
Poster art by Mike Mitchell.
“In the mystic sense of the creation around us, in the expression of art, in a yearning towards God, the soul grows upward and finds the fulfillment of something implanted in its nature. The sanction for this development is within us, a striving born with our consciousness or an Inner Light proceeding from a greater power than ours….Whether in the intellectual pursuits of science or in the mystical pursuits of the spirit, the light beckons ahead and the purpose surging in our nature responds.”
I don’t post here often, but I do post often on Instagram.
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Vally Nomidou
RIP Lucian Freud
My biggest painterly influence and living artist hero died today at 88.
This is terrible news. Rest in peace.
A true loss for contemporary art. A true loss as I lose my biggest inspiration and most favored chef d’oeuvre in the world of art.
(via sympathyfortheartgallery)
