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Max Ernst (1891-1976, German) ~ Le romantisme, 1960
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29 August 1921 The letters and journals of Katherine Mansfield : a selection to Dorothy Brett
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Nina Katchadourian - Mended Spiderwebs (1998)
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“In the forest and around the house where I was living, I searched for broken spiderwebs which I repaired using red sewing thread. All of the patches were made by inserting segments one at a time directly into the web. I fixed the holes in the web until it was fully repaired, or until it could no longer bear the weight of the thread.
In the process, I often caused further damage when the tweezers got tangled in the web or when my hands brushed up against it by accident.
The morning after the first patch job, I discovered a pile of red threads lying on the ground below the web. At first I assumed the wind had blown them out; on closer inspection it became clear that the spider had repaired the web to perfect condition using its own methods, throwing the threads out in the process.
My repairs were always rejected by the spider and discarded, usually during the course of the night, even in webs which looked abandoned.”
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Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain 2001 | Jean-Pierre Jeunet
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“The afternoon flew by — quiet, unnoticed. The book slipped out of my hands, and I looked around the room — how many hours had passed? two, or three? — the room basked in the warmth of the summer sun. It, most certainly, was past four...”
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Vintage Shell Serving Spoon.
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