marmalade-minestrone
marmalade-minestrone
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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joli.fil | Instagram: @joli.fil
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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Wool Rugs Resembling Pastures by Alexandra Kehayoglou
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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Mark Francis   
French, b. 1962     
Symbiosis (Mesh), 1999    
oil on canvas   84 x 71 in. | 213.3 x 180.3 cm.
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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Memorial Stitches - store | Instagram: @memorialstitches
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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“Bilingualism strikes me as a kind of synesthesia. Instead of seeing colors associated with letters and words, instead of hearing melodies, what I hear with language is the play and echo of the other language. The option to say it differently, and thus to live it differently. Language is not only a means of communication or description. It’s a framework in which we process existence. Yi writes: “It is hard to feel in an adopted language, yet it is impossible in my native language.” As every bilingual person and translator knows, there are certain words—a feeling, a way of being—that is absent in one language but perfectly brought to life in another. A word that, by existing, gives permission to be. What if you need that which does not exist in your language?”
— Yoojin Grace Wuertz, “Mother Tongue”
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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Philipp Igumnov, Cloudhouse, Photo collage
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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Louise Mora | Instagram: @louise.mora
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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Tighter and tighter - 11” x 14” on linen #embroidery #embroideryart #bordado #broderie https://www.instagram.com/p/B_swW1QHino/?igshid=1ja6hczjamfgx
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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~ Folio from the “Blue Qur'an”. Object Name: Folio from a non-illustrated manuscript Date: second half 9th–mid-10th century Geography: Made in Tunisia, probably Qairawan Medium: Gold and silver on indigo-dyed parchment.
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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Studies by Olga Kim
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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Ai WeiWei Facemasks  Chinese artist/activist Ai WeiWei has created a series of facemasks to support human rights and relief organizations. The designs include his famous middle finger and other mythical creatures. 
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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Historical library in the south of Lower Saxony / Germany
© Winston Duc Le 
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude
Marcel Proust  (via ancient-serpent)
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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Hsiao Chin 蕭勤 (Chinese,  b.1935)
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Patterns in waves
Redhook, Brooklyn, NYC, 2018
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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Hickory State Park & Boulder Field, Pennsylvania
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marmalade-minestrone · 5 years ago
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I had a discussion a few weeks ago I’m still thinking about about whether “optimism” is incompatible with “realism”
I think I’m both
I’ve seen shit and the reality is:
Flesh heals. Seeds sprout. Life longs for life. Humans hunger for love.
I know desolation can be as deep, as all-consuming, as the cold black void of space.
I know the reality is: somehow, in that vastness we have a planet we call home and nothing has killed us yet.
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