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Designed the soul of my core self. 🥹✨
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#Overthinking #21stCenturyMind #ModernAnxiety #TheThinker #DeepThoughts #AnalysisParalysis #MindMaze #TooManyThoughts #PhilosophyOfNow #DigitalEraDilemma #MentalOverload #EndlessLoop #ArtMeetsReality #OverthinkersUnite #LostInThought #design #adobephotoshop #mentalhealth #sculpture #thethinker #artoftheday #posterart #posterdesign
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Stories we read often have stories we don't read or have no access to reading until you dig deeper and find more than what meets the eye. 😉
Here's a take on the iconic book cover of A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess.
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Haven't posted something in a while.
#art#digital art#adobe photoshop#adobe#digital artist#medusa#greek tumblr#greek mythology#brutalism#stark contrast#blue
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Wrote my Monday blues out.
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“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”
— Michael Faudet
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Art is therapy.
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Wendy Cope, From June to December: Summer Villanelle
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Inspiration knocked on my door.
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"Well, the Dutch invented the microscope," she said. "They were jewelers, grinders of lenses. They want it all as detailed as possible because even the tiniest things mean something. Whenever you see flies or insects in still life - a wilted petal, a black spot on the apple - the painter is giving you a secret message. He's telling you that living things don't last - it's all temporary. Death in life. That's why they're called nature mortes. Maybe you don't see it at first with all the beauty and bloom, that little speck of rot. But if you look closer - there it is.
The Goldfinch, Donna Tart
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I wrote a poem for the man I secretly love. Everyone read it but him so I'm posting it here.
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“An ordinary hand — just lonely for something to touch that touches back.”
— Anne Sexton, from Love Poems: “The Touch”
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"Main nahi chahta woh mere bulaane se aaye,
Main chahta hoon woh reh naa paye aur bahane se aaye."
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Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us
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