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Lalique 1902-03 'Dancing Nymphs in a Frame of Bats' Brooch: centering on a carved French artificial ivory plaque, depicting five dancing nymphs in relief, w/in a blue enamel bat frame, mounted in 18k gold.

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Alex Colville

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Kazumasa Yamashita

The Face House, Kyoto

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Masanori Umeda

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Yamashita Kazumasa

Tea and Coffee Service

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Fernandez Arman, sculptor

Hope for Peace (1995)

Parco Sempione

Stegosaurus Plierus (1978)

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JDM Wheels and Tires…

via Pinterest.

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Mingqi houses

This are ceramic models of houses and towers, made as a burial object (mingqi) during the Eastern Han dynasty (25–220) in China. Models like this one were made to represent everything from simple goat or pig pens to the most elaborate towers and palaces. Because very few ancient Chinese buildings have survived intact, these models, along with descriptions from ancient texts, give a good representation of what the buildings might have looked like. (www.khanacademy.org)

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Mortar in the form of a tiger, India, late 18th century

from The Royal Armouries Collection

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Entry of Christ into Jerusalem, Pietro Lorenzetti, ca. 1320

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Kristi Cavataro

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Pedro Reyes

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In 1961, 152 black cats descended on a studio in Hollywood to audition for a new version of Edgar Allan Poe’s scary classic, “The Black Cat.”

From the LIFE Picture Collection/Getty Images

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Model of a Grain Storehouse

Eastern Han dynasty (25–220 CE)

China

From the Collections of the Art Institute of Chicago

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otto mueller

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About J.G. Ballard :

I learned in an inteview that J.G. Ballard would have been a doctor if he did not start to write SF after being in the Air Force. Or maybe a painter as he said : "I've said somewhere else that all my fiction consists of paintings. I think I always was a frustrated painter."

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"Là, une rue somnambule à son tour dans la nuit déambule, serpentant sans s’éveiller, mue peut-être par une pensée cachée. Serpentant ainsi la petite rue obscure rencontre une autre rue somnambule qui s’étire de son côté. Elles hésitent à se croiser. Elles hésitent à se saisir. Quelques humains s’éveillent angoissés dans la rue chemineuse, cependant que le mouvement serpentin augmente de plus en plus et qu’enfin s’enlacent et s’enchevêtrent les rues aux paquets de femmes horrifiées aux fenêtres, et se lovent l’une sur l’autre en boucles multiples jusqu’à ce qu’un sommeil profond reprenne ces promeneuses interminables que demain on ne retrouvera pas à leur place accoutumée. Du moins, on peut le penser."

From Henri Michaux, La Vie dans les plis, Gallimard, 1972