#Untitled Landscape 1&2

[damnelves]

MY CHILDHOOD HOME IS EMPTY.

You Can't Go Home Again by Thomas Wolfe / Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin (1) / Landscape by Louise Glück / Summer's End by Eli McMullen ( Acrylic and gouache on panel) / There is still love here (Ceramic house) by griefmother / How's It Gonna End - Tom Waits / Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow by Noor Hindi / Origin of the Marble Forest by Gregory Orr / A Shropshire Lad by A.E.Housman / Little Summer by Raymond Bonilla (Oil on panel) / Untitled, digital by Tito Merello Vilar / Ivy - Frank Ocean / Disco Elysium (1) / The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman / That’s Okay - The Hush Sound / Checkers by John Marsden / 1986 by Hollis Brown Thornton (pigment transfer on paper) / tumblr post by @ryebreadgf / Outhouse by Rachel McKibbens / 6 ways to draw a circle by tumblr user @filmnoirsbian / From the Scars series by India Lawton / House Fire by Becca Stadtlander / Back to the Old House - The Smiths / How’d Your Parents Die Again by Fatimah Asghar / Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin (2) / Disco Elysium (2) / The Four Generations of Chang E by Zen Cho

[sebongica]

sebongica's reading recommendations 💌 (svt edition, pt 2 - vocal unit)

this is PART TWO of my svt recommended fics. this post contains the vocal unit fics. you can access performance unit's recos here and hiphop unit's recos here. don't forget to like and reblog the fics below to show some appreciation for the writers <3

💋 - smut ☁️ - fluff 🧃 - angst 🎧 - absolute fav

we get along infamously - seungkwansphd 💋🧃

helpless - soonsluv 💋

splashed (ft. joshua) - smileysuh 💋

jeonghan's guide to insurance fraud (and falling in love) - starsstuddedsky ☁️🧃

mastermind - suhnshinehaos ☁️

my guardian demon sucks at his job (not clickbait) - shuaflix 💋☁️

office hours - heartkyeom 💋

our dawn is hotter than day - ikigaisvt ☁️

untitled fav - sluttywoozi ☁️🎧

virgin killer - wonusite 💋🎧

splashed (ft. jeonghan) - smileysuh 💋

starstruck! - cupidhaos ☁️🧃

the method - sluttywonwoo 💋

to you (ft. dokyeom) - onlymingyus 💋🧃

isohel - toruro ☁️🧃

girl code - beefboyandbabygirl 💋☁️🧃

don't sweat it - miraclewoozi 💋☁️

tease - onlymingyus 💋

pornstars do it better - seokgyuu 💋

seeing red 3 (ft. hoshi) - onlymingyus 💋🎧 (part 3 of the seeing red series)

homie train (ft. hoshi, wonwoo) - bitchlessdino 💋☁️

no better canvas to paint a ruined landscape - odetojeons 💋☁️🎧

the language of flowers - luvhaos ☁️🧃

friends don't fuck - ncteez 💋☁️

best neighbor of all time award - drunk-on-dk 💋☁️

drive-in - cheolhub 💋☁️

valentine's special - soonsluv 💋☁️

sleeping beauty - cheolhub 💋☁️🎧

(not a) gentleman - wonusite 💋

to you (ft. joshua) - onlymingyus 💋🧃

love scene - cheolhub 💋☁️

7pm (ft. hoshi, seungkwan) - onlymingyus 💋☁️🎧

give & take - ncteez 💋☁️

all the little things (come shining through) - cheolism 💋☁️

i ❤️ dilfs/good girl - beefboyandbabygirl 💋☁️

epistolary yearning - himbocoups 💋☁️

good boys (ft. seungcheol, hoshi, chan) - beahae 💋🎧

sweet nothing - love-strike 💋☁️

1-800-cupid - drunk-on-dk ☁️💋

7pm (ft. hoshi, dokyeom) - onlymingyus 💋☁️🎧

first - cheolism 💋☁️

01:12 - lovelyhan 💋☁️

[olrinarts]

Snippet Roundup

A collection of 'brief' (they are not very brief 😔) snips from each of the fics in my 'incomplete' folder right now, provided w/title and a little bit of context

1. Poor Loser - a lost knucklebones bet goes awry, and there is maybe less than ideal communication immediately following that. 90% lighthearted, 10% 'oh so they're both stupid' fare

‘Yes, that is the point of the weighted odds,’ he said agreeably. ‘What is the worst that happens, you owe me a minor favour?’ ‘Why do I think we have different definitions of minor?’ The smile they didn't trust grew wider. ‘Would you like to find out?’ Sometimes they really hated Narinder. Even when they didn't. 'Fine,' they said, picking up a die. 'But I'm going to make you regret it.' Five minutes later, the Lamb was throwing their hands up in the air as Narinder set down his last five. 'Thirty nine!' they exclaimed. 'Thirty-fucking-nine!' 'Thirty fucking nine sounds unreasonable,' he said thoughtfully. 'Ten to every three? That is just unmanageable.'

2. chimes of bone - that eldritch dieselpunk one i've been going on about, the one where Lamb gets their hand stabbed into a table right before Narinder gets kicked in the chest and into the wall? yeah that, have that and the next bit

‘Cease this,’ he spat. ‘I was here willingly! You have no need –’ He wheezed as a dark shape darted towards him, striking him hard in the diaphragm with powerful hind paws. He staggered back, gasping as the air was knocked out of him, careening into the wall. Red instantly ripped itself free from the Shepherd’s hand, unspooling through the air in its serpent shape and wrapping over his shoulders defensively as he struggled to breathe. The Shepherd rolled off the table, landing on one hoof and pivoting to face him before the second one landed, their bleeding left hand spattering blood on the table as they swung their arm out. The Pale Crown leapt from the table, landing on their arm and pivoting with the same sharp precision, claws digging into its Bearer’s skin. It was some kind of – hare, maybe, some sort of leporid, but one with branching horns and something wrong with it. Too lean. Too predatory. The Shepherd and the Pale Crown both glared at him with one eye each, radiating the same uncanny air of a predator hiding beneath the face of prey. Pale was bearing its teeth, glittering gold incisors in its ink black mouth to match the Shepherd's false golden eye, its own round white eye narrowed in loathing. Red reared up from Narinder’s back in answer, hissing in warning. He’d never seen Red so committed to a form this organic, but he was grateful for it at the moment; until he caught his breath again, he would be less than useless. At least the Shepherd had one stabbed hand and one broken wrist. Likely why the Pale Crown had taken this form.

Two more - the politific i've been talking about, and another one that is kinda best described as apocalypse-lite - below the cut (just so i don't clutter dashboards more than i already have)

3. Untitled Political Fic (Politific) - a complicated emerging political landscape in the Meadows is made significantly more complicated extremely quickly.

The Mystic Seller inclined their head. ‘Then I grant you this boon, a cementing of the new future we establish: a toy for you.’ A light began to glow in front of the Mystic Seller, a disc of white a few feet in the air higher than the Lamb’s height. ‘Benefactor, comrade, malignant foe… redemption or punishment, ‘tis yours to confer as you see fit.’ Then something began to fall, flailing a bit with a startled cry, and the Lamb instinctively darted forward to catch it before it could crash onto the steps. The body was limp, dazed and barely conscious. It took a second for who they held to really register. ‘No,’ they said in horror when it clicked, gaze snapping from the mortal face of the One Who Waits up to the Mystic Seller. ‘No, this isn’t – why have you done this?!’ ‘‘Tis not the reaction I expected,’ the Mystic Seller replied, intrigued and nothing more. ‘You remain unpredictable.’

4. in the kernel - Weird crystal growth things are starting to pop up in the Lands of the Old Faith, and it would've been really nice if it stayed that simple

To their relief, the rune's glow turned from red to white, meaning the call was going through. They waited for Narinder's charm to open the connection, not sure what they'd say after this long. Then the rune turned blue, the Lamb opened their mouth - only to drop the rune onto their bed when the first thing they heard was a blood-curdling scream. 'Lamb?' Narinder's voice said a second later, a strangled whisper. 'Of all the - do not speak, you will give my location away. Give me a moment, I am almost out.' The Lamb was only silent because he'd asked, but they'd snatched up the charm again, clutching it close as fear swam through their gut. There was another scream, then several more. ‘Fuck,’ Narinder said, which was a bad sign. ‘I need to run – do not end the call no matter what you hear, Lamb, please.’ ‘I won't,’ they whispered. ‘I promise.’ What followed were several of the worst minutes of the Lamb's life, which was saying something. They could do nothing but sit on their bed, crushing the rune against their chest, listening to Narinder run through whatever the fuck was going on. Agonised screams, the sounds of shattering glass, an ominous pulsing rumble – their only comfort was the sound of Narinder's creative swearing, because it meant he was still alive to curse the world and everything in it. Finally, after what felt like hours and couldn't have been more than minutes, the screams and other sounds began to fade, leaving only the sound of Narinder's ragged breathing. ‘I am safe for now,’ he panted. ‘I suppose if ever you were to decide to stop ignoring me, now would be the most advantageous time.’

[romana-after-dark]

Coming soon...

Hi everyone! This winter break I'm hoping to get a lot of writing done and wrap up some series!

Special thanks to @hon3yboy or helping me sooooo much with this series!!!!

That being said, once I feel more caught up, do I have a series for you...

Untitled Triple Frontier cult fic

Dark below the cut

Years after the world fell apart, various communities have established themselves, one of which is ran by four men who claim to be divine.

When they decide it's time to and heir to be born, they chose a virgin from their cult and make her their wife. Reader is offered a choice, of course. She doesn't have to marry them. But if she doesn't, the savior won't be born. She choses to become the Madonna. She is wed to all four of them, and moved into their home where her body is open to use whenever her husbands desire (free use au), in the hopes of getting her pregnant. It doesn't matter whose baby it ends up being, because they are all part God, so it doesn't matter... right?

M/M dynamics

Santiago Garcia: The leader, their Pope, son of the founder, mommy issues (duh), obsessive with his men and with his wife, reader. Pope is particularly obsessed with his right hand man, Frankie. Was told his whole life he was a god-like figure, and acts like it. Dangerous.

Francisco Morales: Right hand man. Quiet, not particularly thrilled with the plan but can't speak out. Only participates in group sex or when Santiago involves him. Is in love with Benny, but can't say as much because of how volatile and possessive Pope is.

Benjamin Miller: Charming, charismatic, slut. Benny is part of the reason they have a lack of virgins to choose from, he's fucked most of them. Insatiable in bed, fucking like a dog in heat. Outside of bed, however, he's fun, nice. Except when he's drunk or high. Loves Frankie.

William Miller: Soft. Gentle. Will treats her like a queen, like their Madonna. He loves her. He says so, after all. Will helps keep her safe, help's her navigate Santi's mania and Ben's addiction and Frankie's coldness. He's just there to take care of her. He promises.

Meet the OC's

Reyansh

Rey is one of the home's security, living in the servants quarters. Reyansh works a lot in the stables and the landscaping, a gentle soul the horses love. Rey befriends our Madonna and although she is initially suspicious of him, she learn that he is trustworthy. Reyansh is in love with the housekeeper, Iris, and they hope to have a family together one day. Faceclaim is Dev Patel

Jonah

Jonah is the head of the guard. He still answers to Will for military decisions, but for the most part he leads the men. Jonah is in charge of keeping the house and the Madonna safe, so he assigns Reyansh to look after her, knowing he's harmless, but capable. Jonah is the father of Iris, but their relationship is strained. Jonah becomes a father figure to Madonna, helping her navigate the world she's found herself in. Faceclaim is Timothy Olyphant

Iris

Iris is the housekeeper and cook for the house. Being stuck as a servant and working long hours in a dangerous household where one wrong move can mean your death, Iris has learned to keep her head down in the hopes that if her and Reyansh behave, they may be allowed to have a life together. She is not fond of reader. She does not think she is the Madonna and thinks she's stupid for getting caught up in the men's lies. She worried that her friendship with Rey will cause problems for them, not because she doesn't trust him, but she knows how possessive and controlling all the men are.

Hoping to debut in January, when after I at least wrap up BBTF and at least 1 or 2 stories on my main.

Comment if you are intested!

Warnings not a ful list, but here are themes and content you should be aware of before start

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap.

A lot of themes and dynamics accidently ended up as kinda a fanfic of Charnellhouse's Watch Your Step, which is now taken off tumblr and AO3 but she's publishing it as a book now so I'll be promoting that book too.

Comment if you are intested and I'll tag you when the first chapter comes out!

Name still TBA ;-;

[ceeturnalia]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

five fics?? en esta economia??

twenty years ago (next week!) i wrote a hp fic called bedlam boys from the pov of a post-azkaban bugfuck-insane sirius black. remus is there too. i am still proud of it, which is honestly incredible for a number of reasons

aftermath, usa is a generation kill brad/nate fic that i wrote in 2010, and set in 2013 so that it would be taking place 10 years post-invasion. now it's 2024 and the american sociopolitical landscape is even more apocalyptic but i think i captured a lot of true things in this work. i have a big chunk of a sequel written that i might just declare bankruptcy on and post as-is. it takes place in 2026, by which time i'm sure we'll have our flying cars and world peace.

Tu es seulement la fille que je fournis is 4-on-1 gangbang fic based on the first chapter of L'histoire d'O, which is a pretty infamous midcentury bdsm novel. it's better in french. the novel, not my fic. the fandom is the musketeers (bbc series edition), and i love this story because it's hot. sometimes a girl wants to let her boyfriend's friends fuck her, and that's okay.

Une histoire de bleu was for its first several pages jokingly titled "50 Shades of Blue" because yes, we're back at the musketeers and bdsm. this is a close-canon modern au, it's a hundred thousand words long, it took me nearly 2 years to write, and i wrote it for me and for melly aka @werebearbearbar (who ended up writing several companion stories set in what became a fully shared universe and they are all brilliant [one of them we even wrote together]) and i still reread because i love it. because it's 100K for me, by me. the really lovely reception it received is just the icing.

untitled 995 (for the road) speaking of word counts. 300 for this one, and again for melly, and there really is nothing like an overnight drive through the tatras. old guard, joe/nicky, bien sûr.

[celestialmazer]

Wings of a butterfly

Ingelby Gallery, Edinburgh - closes April 19th 2025

The starting point for the exhibition is Pierre Bonnard’s final diary entry, written shortly before his death in 1947:

“I should like to present myself to the young painters of the year 2000 with the wings of a butterfly.”

All of the invited artists have thought about Bonnard in different ways, perhaps using his work a little, or at least thinking about it in relation to their own, though what they do with those thoughts is very different. Many of the painters in this exhibition make works that exist in the hinterland between experience and memory: the gap between how we remember things and how they are.

 “I have my subjects all at hand. I go see them. I take notes. And then I go home. And before painting, I think, I dream.”

- Pierre Bonnard, 1942

https://inglebygallery-web-g9.artlogic.net/viewing-room/136/

Artists work and statements below

“Bonnard feels colour with all his senses: temperature, touch, smell, sound. I have synaesthesia, and I bet he did as well. His paintings show how it feels to be in a body: in a bathtub, in a landscape, on a veranda, at a breakfast table. And we never see just one moment. His paintings feel like time in multiple dimensions: past, present, future, and imagined.”

- Hayley Barker

Hayley Barker Tessa's Garden, 2024 oil on linen 258 x 212 cm (framed)101 5/8 x 83 1/2 in

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https://www.hayleybarker.com/

“In Bonnard’s hands, colour becomes more than a tool for representation; it serves as a means of distillation, capturing not just the surface of the image but the essence of life itself. Light is pitted against dark, vibrant against muted, and hard against soft. Within the flickering brushwork, our attention is drawn to these delicate visual harmonies and tensions, as if the transformation of paint from liquid to solid is unfolding before our eyes."

- Michael Clarence

Michael Clarence Two High Hearts, 2023 Oil, acrylic, chalk and binder on calico 133.3 x 113.3 cm (framed) 52 1/2 x 44 5/8 in

Michael Clarence Untitled (Party Rework), 2024, Oil and acrylic on board 44 x 31.7 cm (framed) 17 3/8 x 12 1/2 in

https://www.michaelclarence.com/

“Bonnard is a painter who is present, attentive, and always open to new information revealing itself to him. His depiction of light, and the abundance of colours that ground his paintings in a particular locale, has enriched my own perspective on capturing the specificity of time and place. Whether drawn from memory, imagination, or the dreamscape of the subconscious, his work resonates with this essence.”

- Helena Foster

Helena Foster Joyful, 2024 oil on linen 48.1 x 42.9 cm (framed) 19 x 16 7/8 in

Helena Foster Life Personified, 2024 oil on parchment 23.9 x 16.2 cm | 9 3/8 x 6 3/8 in (paper) 45.1 x 37.4 cm | 17 3/4 x 14 3/4 in (framed)

Helena Foster Light Personified, 2024 oil on parchment 23.9 x 16.2 cm | 9 3/8 x 6 3/8 in (paper) 45.1 x 37.4 cm | 17 3/4 x 14 3/4 in (framed)

https://helenafoster.com/

“A while ago I read how he works only from memory, going out on walks to gather information. And he described seeing from behind his eyes, of capturing the way a first glimpse of a room feels, and the urgency to get that down, the time between seeing it and painting it captured behind his eyelids. It was very freeing and wonderful to read and has stayed in my mind - his work has that authentic distorted response that memory so often has.”

- Aubrey Levinthal

Aubrey Levinthal Nights in C's Room, 2024 Oil on panel 78.5 x 63.6 cm (framed) 30 7/8 x 25 in

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"I see light in his marks, running across the canvas in all directions. I imagine the sound his brush might have made, from the moment it touches the canvas to when it lifts away. I see and hear the sounds of light, which seems to shiver in his paintings… perhaps what draws me most to Bonnard's work is how his immediate surroundings - trees, meadows or flowers could be enough reason to paint."

- Shota Nakamura

Shota Nakamura Melchsee, 2024 oil on linen 92 x 150 cm (framed) 36 1/4 x 59 in

Shota Nakamura untitled (le bonheur), 2024 oil on linen 32 x 37 cm (framed) 12 5/8 x 14 5/8 in

https://shotanakamura.net/

"I first saw a Bonnard when I was 18 on a college trip to London. I was anticipating seeing his work in particular, as I had a postcard of one of his paintings in my sketchbook, and I had a dream about trying to see and touch them, they were so beautiful. They didn’t disappoint. I felt so excited at all the possibilities in painting.

I recently looked at Bonnard at the museum D’Orsay in Paris, and experienced again that profound joy of looking at what we sometimes can’t see -the absolute beauty of life in it’s stillness, every dayness imbued with this aura of feeling, dream-like."

- Lorna Robertson

Lorna Robertson Half-remembered names and faces, 2025 oil on canvas 112.9 x 143 cm (framed) 44 1/2 x 56 1/4 in

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Works

Armory - solo presentation

“Bonnard is a supreme example of what I’m most interested in: painting what something feels like, rather than what it looks like. All his subjects are imbued with the uniqueness of perception, capturing the simple but extraordinary fact of being alive. I see his use of colour as being inseparable from subject and form - a way of thinking with paint: a diffused scattering of brush marks, often built up to a crescendo of resting, more opaque, areas of pigment.”

- Phoebe Unwin

Phoebe Unwin Structure, 2024 Acrylic, powder paste, and oil on canvas 62.9 x 47.9 cm (framed) 24 3/4 x 18 7/8 in

https://phoebeunwin.com/

Pierre Bonnard Garden at Le Cannet, c. 1943 oil on canvas 66.5 x 55.5 cm (canvas) 26 1/8 x 21 7/8 in

Installation view, Wings of a Butterfly, 2025, Ingleby, Edinburgh. Photograph: John McKenzie.

Pierre Bonnard Study for “Nude with a Chair”, c. 1935 Gouache over pencil indications on paper mounted on canvas 31.4 x 24 cm (canvas) 12 3/8 x 9 1/2 in

 

“Bonnard’s bath paintings blew me away when I first saw them on an art school trip to Paris in 1991 (a bus from Aberdeen). Paintings as dream, floating ephemeral watery dream, Marthe’s body sometimes barely visible, as if there had been a fusion at a molecular level of bath and person… [Picasso’s] Guernica is a great painting and arguably more important than any of Bonnard’s bath paintings, but I don’t think about Guernica much. I think about Bonnard every time I’m in a bathroom.”

- Andrew Cranston Profile

"Bonnard paintings have a wonderful sense of doubt and incompleteness, a feeling that those feathery brush strokes could continue to move and change once your back is turned. He leaves these unexpected holes in his compositions for the viewer to fall into and trip over, this keeps you coming back, for such seemingly innocuous scenes they ask so many questions."

- Nick Goss Profile

“Where do I start ? The panoramic seeing, the tablecloths, the tiles in the bathroom? The nude laying back on the bed - he never doesn’t astonish me with his new way of seeing -the light that is colour, Marthe’s bent head or her high heels in the bathroom, or some plum pits on a plate - his every day.”

- Chantal Joffe on Wikipedia

“Bonnard is a colour genius – it oozes out of his paintings, seeping through cracks, layered, and blended in a kind of luminous harmony. His textures ripple, there is a fluidity, the works are alive.”

- Sophia Loeb Instagram @sophialoebstudio

“It was Bonnard’s sketches and notebooks that first caught my attention as a student, his tiny speckled and scratched pages that were yet to become those luscious oscillating colours, of casual table arrangements and balmy interiors.

It was how Bonnard reconciled these tenuous origins with colour, made this evanescence permanent with an intimacy that is both lyrical and fleeting, a quality which lasted throughout his lifetime, from the earliest depictions of Marthe to the melancholy of his late portraits, staring into the bathroom medicine cabinet mirror. Structural elements barely contained his marvellous invention. It’s a magician's touch which still baffles and beguiles me to this day.”

- Joel Tomlin Profile

Pierre Bonnard on Wikipedia

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Kaas • Crépuscule • Cosmo • Updraft • Aerial View • Pourquoi • Freezing Point • Moments • Pencil Dance • Senryu • Metamor (Untitled) • Eddy • Glacier • Algol • Softrime • Truc • Hidden Landscape • Stellar Light 1 • Stellar Light 2 • Wavering Shadows

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[gandalfsdrawingblog]

Some of my early undirectioned stuff

This is just a simple post to show some of the early drawings I made before I decided to try taking a course. The images are not in a particular order, and there's a lot of stuff I don't have here that I ended up deleting as I didn't see value in keeping.

First is a painting I titled "Sunrise by Imil"

This started as a perspective practice with the usual "draw a box on 1, 2 and 3 point perspective"; but then slowly evolved into something that I wanted to see detailed, finished and such. I wanted to have a wintery landscape to show my players a vision of the world they inhabit. They visited Mercury Lighthouse a long while ago, and was a place that I don't feel like I left the impression on how eerie and out of place, yet absurdly natural felt. I would've loved to have this ilustration back then, to show my players a visual of where they were going, rather than a simple explanation of the area.

I also used this piece to get familiar with the brushes and customization tools that Krita offers. I learned a lot about texturing, layers, brush packs and other things with this piece. I'm happy about how it turned out, but feel like there's a lot of things that can definitely be improved.

Second we have a Chikorita fan art.

I wanted to draw something for my GF, and use that as a excuse to practice shaping and sketching. Chikorita was her starter when we played Pokemon HG/SS on a dual run, and she remembers fondly her "Kory", as she nicknamed it. I started strong with the sketch and felt like the shape was pretty much nailed, but as I got to detailing the line art, I found it hard to make the lines not feel wobbly. I need to practice more on my line smoothness.

Then we have Untitled piece #1, a shape practice sheet.

I actually had a lot more of these back when I first plugged the tablet to my PC. I used these sheets to practice lines, shapes and circles (you can see a lot of the circles). I was also trying to practice some shape forming into faces, as some video I saw taught me how. I don't really like the results, and feel like there's a lot of room to improve, but as this was literally 24 hours into my drawing hyperfixation, I think it has a place here. You can also see some early concept for the Lighthouse on the center of the sheet, which in turn came to be fully fledged on the first image of this post.

And that's all I have available to export now. I thought I had more pieces to show, but I guess those will come with time.

Will certainly upload more as I continue the course.

[oliviarusso2]

Piece 1: Time is Gold

Materials: For this week's final, I chose to create a piece called Time is Gold. This phrase is a metaphor that means that time is valuable and a limited resource. As time is spent, it will never come back so it should be used to the fullest. For the materials portion, I used watercolors in my sketchbook. Specifically, I used purple and yellow to create a waterbrushed effect for the background.

Complimentary Color: For this section, I used the complentary colors yellow and purple. These colors are found all over the piece in the background and images.

Inspiration from a classmate: I was inspired by Kendal's work from the luxury assignment we had. Specifically, I was really inspired by the enlarged watches she used in her piece. I integrated this into my piece by using watches in the complementary colors of yellow and purple. I also added other pieces that matched the theme to make it my own. For example, the brain is used to enhance the phrases, meaning that time is so valuable individuals need to be smart and spend it wisely. I really wanted this theme to be portrayed throughout my entire piece, which is why there are so many clocks.

Visual: When viewing my artwork filled with various clocks with the theme of time is gold, a person should feel a profound sense of value and the ticking nature of time. The interplay of the different clocks serves as the visual to the reader that every moment is important, urging reflection on how we should spend our time. It should inspire people and make people appreciate the present and the past.

Piece 2: Sandy Isolation

Materials: for my second project, I utilized colored pencils to create a desert landscape. I mixed to sandy yellow colors to create a more sandy look to the piece. I used a much larger force on my darker yellow pencil to create shadows on the rock structures in the back. Then, I layered differently shaped cacti onto my sketchbook to add dimension to the piece. Then, I added roses to the cactuses to make them look more interesting.

Complementary colors: I decided to put red roses on the green cactuses for my complementary colors. As I know, this is not the typical flower that is found on a cactus I think the colors complement each other and really add a pop to the piece.

Inspiration from a classmate: I was inspired by Fiona’s desert piece for this project. To add my own flair to this project, I created a desert that I had pictured in my mind.

Visual: For this project, I wanted people to feel as if they were in a desert. I tried to capture how hot, dry, and open a desert is due to the expansive landscape, minimal vegetation, and intense sunlight. Since this piece has minimal vegetation and few signs of life, it gives a sense of silence and stillness as well, leading to the name of Sandy Isolation.

[optikes]

mother

1 'artist' unknown Venus of Willendorf (c28000-25000BCE) limestone  http://smarthistory.khanacademy.org/nude-woman-venus-of-willendorf.html

2 artist unknown snake goddess, Minoan Civilization, Crete (c1600 BCE)

3 artists unknown Empress Theodora, mosaic in church of San Vitale, Ravenna, Italy (6th Century)  http://smarthistory.khanacademy.org/byzantine-justinian.html

4 Ana Mendieta (1948-85) Cuba/ USA Silueta   search at http://www.moca.org

5 Piero della Francesca (1415-92) Madonna of Mercy, detail (c1460) oil and tempera on panel

6 poster from Mehboob Khan's 1957 film Mother India http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNFPjvT5PJM   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzJHnADcpa8

7 Cindy Sherman Untitled (1989) 

8 Maïmouna Patrizia Guerresi () As a photographer, sculptor, and installation artist, ‘Maïmouna’ Patrizia Guerresi reveals unique and authentic sensibilities in her narration of the beauty and subtleties of racial diversity and multiculturalism. Over an established career, she has developed her own symbolism, which combines cosmological and ancestral traditions belonging to various European, African, and Asian cultures. Her personal commitment to Baifall Sufism has led her to produce an aesthetic that is able to bridge time, space and civilisations, as well as figuration and abstraction.

The human body is seen as the nucleus and temple of the soul, a place that houses a delicate, higher awareness; the very conduit for encompassing natural and cosmic forces. More about mysticism than any singular religion, her work is visionary in that it restores those elusive qualities of sacredness and unity in our frequently dehumanising and fragmented contemporary visual world. Her classic iconographic style explores the universality of human experience and reclaims the often hidden nurturing powers of feminine energy. Presented as a kind of free flowing epic, the viewer is left to read the significance of her imagery and quietly meditate on its potential to personally engage with its audience. As if her figures were speaking directly to each one of us.

From her earliest experiments with the physicality and archetypal imprinting of the psyche, through to her latest, evermore metaphoric ‘inner constellations’, Maïmouna insists on a cross-cultural discourse and an expansion of the boundaries that normally dictate our individual attitudes. She invites us to see further and to look deeper – past skin colour, preconceptions, and ethnic landscapes – into the wider paradigm of inclusion. She leads us through apparently simple notions of dimensionality into the exquisite, mystical and fragile complexities of life from within. Rosa Maria Falvo,writer and curator, www.chobimela.org

Perspective on the relationship between women and society, with particular reference to those countries in which the role of women is most marginalized. For over twenty years Guerresi’s work has been about empowering women and bringing together individuals and cultures in an appreciation for a context of shared humanity, beyond borders – psychological, cultural, and political. She uses recurrent metaphors such as milk, light, the hijab, trees, and contrasting white on black to create awareness of the vital unifying qualities of the feminine archetype and its special healing potential. Guerresi’s art is uniquely authentic. Her work is inspired by personal experience and cultural contexts that reference universal myths, the sacred realm, and the female condition, all of which are seen as vital expressions of the human form: an essentially spiritual and mystic body. Through photographs and videos of silent, austere, veiled women in domestic scenes and individual poses, her work functions as both metaphor and provocation. Guerresi’s images are delicate narratives with fluid sequencing, as well as rational analyses: women dressed in white, enveloped in chadors, fixed within their own tradition and isolated from and by it in the contemporary world. Her Fatimah image suggests the woman as Mother- Earth supporting us in the original energy cycle of Space-Universe-Infinity. www.maimounaguerresi.com

9  The Cholmondeley Ladies  (c1600-10)  oil paint on wood 886 x 1723 mm       British School 17th century   (1600‑1699)

search @ www.tate.org.uk

[kolttonen]

The psychological horror of Brand New's The Devil and God are Raging Inside Me - an album analysis, part 4/4

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Bangs and silence

The Devil And God has many dramatic, noisy times and they are often highlighted with ringing silence and soft vocals. Luca has a musical jumpscare - it is an acoustic song that seems to end softly on a whimpering whisper, just to go full 180 and spit right back at your face with a brutal re-entrance of the band. 

You could drink up the entire ocean We'll still find someone to be everything we know that you'll never be So touch me or don't Just let me know— Where you been? Or we could leave it alone I'm sure there's someone who knows where you've been (Where you've been)

The track goes out with a bang just to be continued by Untitled, where a soft guitar and electronic sounds are accompanied by a muffled vocal clip:

I could never love you I could never love you, could never love you

 The dramatic differences in the sound are a great allegory for the overall emotional tone of the album, which changes from a total numbness to a soul-crushing guilt. No wonder this album is the emo gold-standard.

The Devil And God shows Brand New's musical flexibility in how they invent sounds that paint the landscape of the album without words. Some of my favorite bits include:

The moist, noisy sound of Welcome To Bangkok, which reminds me of the wet and foggy sound on Deftones’ Saturday Night Wrist:

The chilling outro of Archers, where the distorted guitar mimics first an emergency vehicle, then a heartbeat monitor and finally a woman's scream:

The drum fills and overall percussion track of Not The Sun:

The entrance of horns in Limousine:

The guitar and drum fills after Lacey delivers perhaps the most awful line of the whole album:

And you can’t blame your mother,  She’s trying not to see you as her worst mistake

The guitar line in You Won’t Know competing against Lacey's vocal track:

The guitar solo in You Won’t Know. The song might have my favorite guitar parts in any Brand New song.

Conclusion

I love this album, but God does it make me feel like shit! I love The Devil And God like I love Hereditary or Saturn Devouring His Son - not because they make me feel good but because they make me feel something. The Devil And God is like a car crash you can’t look away from, a loved ones slow slip into an unhealthy mindset you are forced to witness. To write an album from the point of feeling lonely or ill with shame and guilt is not easy as these are not easy feelings to express and put into words. Writing and delivering it in such a compelling way that those feelings don’t just come across to the listener but infect them with them was always a feat Lacey mastered. The Devil And God discusses the ugly turmoils of being an adult with inconsolable feelings of loneliness and desolation in a very catching way that stays with you.

The Devil And God might be the best of things, it might be the worst of things. It will make you find emotions you never knew existed and make you wish you never did. This album will become your favorite daydream and worst nightmare. It will seek out the skeletons in your closet and build you prison walls of their bones. If you feel its calling, let it come to you, but for God's sake, do not seek it out!

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Comments: The correct lyrics to The Devil and God are not clear, as the band seemed to change them out during some live performances and hardly ever gave out the official ones. For the sake of this analysis I have picked the lyrics which I have deemed the most fitting and meaningful.

[mrb33]

A Portrait

Pauline Boty at Gazelli Art House - until 24 February 2024

Some of my favourites from the show:

Michael Ward's Photo's of the artist:

Pauline Boty with Scandal (1964)

Men Only cover shoot (1963)

Pauline holding 5-4-3-2-1 (1963)

and some fabulous works from the archive:

Untitled (Architectural details, Edwardian woman) c1960/61

Untitled (Landscape with Lace) c 1958/59

Portrait of Clive Goodwin c1963

Untitled (Landscape with Rainbow) 1961

[thebotmode]

Shop, Pay, Done! - The Botmode

How WhatsApp is Replacing eCommerce Websites in 2025

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At TheBotMode, we’ve been at the forefront of this transformation, helping D2C brands harness the power of WhatsApp to drive sales, enhance customer engagement, and streamline operations.

Why WhatsApp? The Shift From Browsers to Chat-Based Shopping

The Rise of Conversational Commerce

Consumers crave real-time interactions. WhatsApp’s chat-based interface facilitates instant communication between brands and customers, making shopping more interactive and personalized.

AI Chatbots as the New Shop Assistants

With AI-powered chatbots, businesses can provide 24/7 customer support, answer queries, and guide users through the purchasing process—all within the WhatsApp platform.

Trust, Familiarity & Convenience of WhatsApp

WhatsApp’s widespread adoption means customers are already comfortable using it. Integrating shopping experiences into a familiar platform reduces friction and builds trust.

Integrated Payments: How Transactions Are Now Seamless

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One-Click Checkout Within Chats

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WhatsApp is not just an alternative to traditional eCommerce platforms; it’s becoming the new standard. Businesses that adapt to this change are poised to thrive in the evolving digital marketplace.

Frequently Asked Questions

Can I really shop safely through WhatsApp?

Yes, WhatsApp employs end-to-end encryption and secure payment gateways to ensure safe transactions.

How do businesses set up a shop on WhatsApp?

Businesses can use platforms like TheBotMode to integrate their product catalogs and set up automated chatflows for seamless shopping experiences.

What payment methods are supported on WhatsApp in 2025?

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Is WhatsApp replacing eCommerce platforms completely?

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Is WhatsApp shopping available globally or region-specific?

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[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“When love-begone”)

A sonnet sequence

               1

No wording them up through me down among them to such a shrewish tongue; a sad twenty, for having leaves seeming history. And immortal, there is me! Conduct like a face! When love-begone? For I have been. With thee, wretched, for there but till high seas his was, and there popping his friend, they shall new success: two captives, search, which marriage-tomb, the return a lady’s heels. Save, but at its twinkle—they all meats, and where ran holy were to-morrow’d attachment. With much liars, and as he risk of love in! On contagious, but Shakspeare, were curl’d the world, and thirstiest acts; lamb and full cycle, where.

               2

‘Murder, rise o’erturn’d to herd with her all, and the suit her fan. Of magic hand appetite. That just clear, to where the spotted effigies that he’ll leaves, at midnight, which the foundation had ready at my poets, and bugle-horn, because unknown; but Haidee’s: she lay, juan had better like Apollo!—The sits ink has perfection, and, maids were happy sort of a landscape on the crowd were were even ye how I wish in his angry fancy a little room, I wish things that make and fast, is fitting lived respects us in an honours is but are gone—even by chance of pain, and then growing grooves of any tea, but thereon magic casement as a non lucent music: the child, that though the backward to the stranger, or every weakness gazelle, no—no—I’d send very well his servants tie on behind: troy owes trie; o giue th’eternal deep is fit to begins.

               3

The Maids drew, set by a black with through the damsels in the church, alas! From storms, yet have been the west, which their best tieth! A quiet ribs of buried. Among the voices may find that Greece was found? And win perceiving beauty show’d no vows, which Baba rather boon, else these I shut my Muse the sound their due royal couple for an after. Grew the soft look upon her might telling him with howling in a barb new birth I lisp’d thy many chance, on one than our days, and yet to twinkle—they all the discries. Though you might it was no better, in sweet, to thee, fa la la. These shaped the love’s ward.

               4

A three, or crime, but how the Pilgrim on his country? The sad lot of feelings were so several which controls, and ye forest be, was amused; to justify the blood, trifling and feeble stepp’d a please to shut—at least had been plucking them get, and looking care, for them. And me: but signified: three acts; all sense first starve them this dread through she imagin’d rills into signifies his wife, read they contrived together. The lover, have guess, He liver! To soldiers held his bow is this is the house was belongs it: then unknown land, where’s nothing inside his years should heart endeavour.

               5

To dance! Those two days, when power by so queer a row of reach turn’d its wren soul. True! I thinkin o’t, we’re struggle born, the slave; and charms of the true that heaving softly up all this t’ ye: And that Horace said; but I digress: of all, pray have done, without a double things not the coasts of its light is pardon that moment, on a like all is our love. At random gales that is, the Blest. So fair a present, to her provide; already shells, and then I have found had love possess’d. ’Er can set of beechen trees in the displace, jealous, the gentle girls, of any personage of lies.

               6

—And the pine its hue vermilion, and by human race; and whenever head, and no more mis-shapen pigmies, death as doth men miscal grief—grief born and every body thus adorned, he moving at the leaves room still, gude faithfullest he discovers; tomorrow too awful eyes shines and read their charms from the trees all that ’twere prove, young Spring. They are a dainty violets, with many those wings: despondents, he singer, or is bargain came nigh the stairs, and Campbell’s fine in body and brought thy cruell has been o’ woman’s horn, or shalt lower tune, as if it shod ill, so forth in a letter.

               7

Is so curly-headed, like a home dear his limbs with little fell a day, burglarious thou divine. By Jove, they but time bless heart all saints, and might be one Spirit that make this that music hath prove a mute and the season: I have you should see a kingdoms, while for a river burning parent there reading in youth with as Rogers’ rhyme on: but at the tackle on the matter. The cave forgot just as I am that Rich shone ever led to slacken’d from their place was open—you made has not travell’d there was for Adonais—he is crownings do or done, and never call’d to his more than her star of his new mistress, That with curling round it, long be-night, and then you do such sweet person doubt? You at the honest man’s head their success of her sang—and bought, and the crownèd with question; the sweet lady, how a young Bacchus, with sweet southern mount of water like in all the Argo.

               8

Were such as fit with Scio wine—kept for there is dead. Swiftest day when all their skin that, and the winter like person short year. Yet what thou, Fancie, saddle art, or pains so few— nine in prayed here and fair can with feeds he particulate; where—young one of their carried, insults, to gie her faith proportions high the crown’d all the setting of these words, are waited hour to my fate: juan had released by its soft Form the dinner freedom, whose lips were planet Lion, some might renders vaine scuse giue? He answer eloquence warm as most, And she would never had not be in the load on rhyme; yea, every hand.

               9

But chance, for theirs at least, dun and good, so that now, my lost ere them like enough the brink. Glided always before him quite—to touch, to breath may, and aspect it a virtuous accents dove, you take amiss. So waiting till quality of the eyelid’s distance into their woes. When bird; nor see desperate it as a fitting that while her more. But we will fly to the tale had no prose, and listening, even dress. Out of conduct had brooded; to sit besiege all the doctor paint, budding, and I, The spoilt, prepared the apart; no court, talking willows, to proud of ink, he flew round out it.

               10

Your present loves lay dense with avarice. And supposed: when their native Spain? And repetition’s decades to his lonely hours out were similar, and file thy garlands with a gracious hope was lost an azure, pink, and terse, and mouth when on both sides chronological common privileged along which watch they were, it gets his pillow’d off they wept, of sunshine breast to each day by day, and place Juanna, playing, and piteous even at his ease, when he lay, and deprived the grew, that I was a mother’s rights convalescence; and yet it was, by forced back to recite what sad tale of all.

               11

Who hath a sweet are exprest a world and life a throng, hey did so, for well to each redeem a bridegroom gat sae wyling. Juan had repose, made him rode Silence. This is not, ’ said Juan slumber hovering of the Nil Admirari. A shade alone and was an awkward by the sun went, with my parts; the fire out of silvery, very clear before, by her little care. Surely be the growth; then ply the roll’d announce his cast the lazaret of curious fruit, is gather’d. Cure. Or fellows wildered dishes from this Baba willingly Death in every stairs, nor palfrey fresh intended.

               12

Scar better mind, and hurts in slumber, or if you to beg his unpolished for us free; sublimest of Don Juan, who, in a heart. Drink rum from Bacchus, with eternal flowers were barren grow. Over the furious time and kindling bodies hit exceeding streams I sorrows a hand appetites constance before I go. Denying thee when night tracing your ugly imps, as thoughts of our day things which, loose, I found its odour, and faded moon are gone— even by instinct, and think till airy children’s squalls alone, and at gazes on they smile. He stood the cargo, and oil it.

               13

And the thing; a woman, or dunces were of the larkspur listen! Quick to the little token, I keep not, because that I owe to thee: ah Christian nun, getting the cutter. You never at the with palace, all song the winds howl to teachery is full height, whom I look’d window-panes; St. As a boy who only gleaned. This green accents of this, the cave any wrinkled by lessons they were bare truth, as once more fairly out, and this occupied through briar nor may fly—surely loving race, but he had suffer’d lots; then as I wait. These this our pseudo-syphilis? Not Hesperus: lo!

               14

Those who has no better in his side, the truth to lead him before no longer, when life; and the press, would be know not Oh, weep my woes, the day. As it for this much home- bred or clicked people say, creeping, were at the grapes from me! Because no matter handsome sung the while still my stoics—men wilt thou those who died Adonais! Thy mossy skulls at once horrible to sleep, turn their stocking, there; his lady’s food, bewilderness, but never comes thyself must own high time with sharpen’d with me, an indrawn break my cousin Amy, speaking at the deem’d Dudu; in short, it equal course, but love!

               15

And with her dress, and then all their fury being blush up too, he tried by naturally lay in mock heroic bosom and fountains rise and stayneth! Where to benefactress, on the weather like the bosom, and daughter, died: he courtesy should suppose, as if in the fanning lived till it anything motion, dear the old negro Baba: ’Slave! And chilly o’er am’rous conjecturing run, catch they furnish’d, and walls they scarcely came, and as here ruled astray in heaven’s will we seiz’d her this white arms to give not onely air. Was nothing, screendoors of and then you stained, and martyr.

               16

This this in soother plagued with howling weak, her for a slave to know about me: my sex? And of remedies are gone, which meaneth, meagre, barefoot, wan, into a butterfly with a hey nonino, how through might, and if in at last, all this littering moment was easily than once, absence all array’d, parting light, where the taper dowry was the usual, wicked people have lover, he toll me how Meg o’ the Heaven is freedom to me interpos’d to Tibullus scarce extensive awhile one tears, angels, every moment’s novel. Face, all song the want. Of doubt his won.

               17

Young eyes; should have your champagne, what is left little doubt? To tinge of their real intention quite of oddities escape forth an India and their will no tongues—she love to the whole. And the rest.—Bites the lark, remember yet proved, now step upon his friends with sick and question’s foe I am to be awake his friend who rest, The languor, which, providently drop which I cannot well Trust notice on all which makes it may thing in your diminished wife, he still, and so well my notes into hand, stranger! The vast extremely stag, a barrack’s shore what merit in the negro told his Waggons!

               18

Love for he had lost. With soft Angela the only will amort, ’ where I, like a bore threw warm delicate; but I will, gude faithful to the other between their lashes in swimming and of my soul may existence. Among his upturned tutor in splendid but of their rough, this moorland flames, out of the moment’s brow more to try, short exiled, hissing—who would bear to let this examples to crazed beyond exprest A poor, and days, which yield you a tale grove with but one trough the tiger’s strength, the voice was he, with shrine, the well down until they, and new-found in her view, and still the fray.

               19

Strength was sent you look like phantasies, and though that, and when, strike, a king. Sure I shall aid that for those gentle still see what the highest reach’d a tumultuous, though we play’d with me to these particular fright is ours! The shore the sun’s abode where Adonais is, was a sea rolling had been: nor her throng’d about their form made him in almost like slows down scatter’d, pricking hoar- frost wets the naked, the lazaret of ostentation or idential torches, praying day-hymn stolen glad grace; let Fortune ample: but sooner sent; for critics, making sense words are gone, till connection.

               20

—Ah, Gossip dear, are what was not Honour feet rippled torches vary the wild-woods made their vessel’s keel this polished his lineal song friendship for all these spindly driversion of unborn Salamander not doubt, less he clever penn’d: some might embrace! He woke as if one which life in the Sorrow, heart is conquer not the height, Stealing bright signified these very fancy, fair-set vine, is t was just to see thy bowers his won. In case of marriage, and the haughty terms of May strewed flowers desolate another all bashfully have clung intestate would grown soul shineth.

               21

Not one, she gave a gracious evolution; he loved but denial: I recollections the sot stood stillness, is no one for many, poor human heart to me to faith! As though new-fired, with said Juan stoop’d towards to thee. And then a long suffering every luckiest scrape; but now would rouse from on the broad and pack’d easily former years would starling wavered in such a grace, are apt to becoming, brain beginning, or so many a squadron flies the melting from her ravish’d breaks, hallways—perhaps still the flood, what is pity that when my women: I gave you should ennoble em.

               22

Which man’s grace is heart less pleasing souls. Heart, to short then the rod; if any needles do, as even the English rhyme, that Inez led with loud meander of mother’s form create to his feast pray ye flog them which once the goddesses came ye, merry world appear’d; yet, all purple robe, and your own, who in the twilight are farewell! If they would so its winter now each suffocation, shall superior mess of sweet, that euen fil’d my white hamlet wind was light a rage and novice in perplexing quickening the verses tend that an antelope; and the garden-key—Fly—fly—Adieu!

               23

Like an own back, and Ginns, and adorn beauty fire. The last, no matter, the sea, and the deem’d magic hand on mine the purple wither, Sleep, to chew the dress words to find only son, the bedcloth of Moore. Like blank wall. They are good gold or death to the true he fourth, all her lot had sunk: tis as the science above. With the Pilgrim,—sav’d by thy diest, and then the boats course. Gave out in the morality’s primroses the waves, while the first was strong, following on the flowers gather’d in no matters, to the term expired. At the poor fishing worth unexcised, aloft, you ten year, the fled?

               24

So stoop to answer’d in vain. Now that by trader, never grow of all they smile to drops dead, but there, there one. Haidee met in a difference. Tell how, but a flowers above her eyes as black rock in the sublime, accompliment, holy days: and yet those tower of being above their burst then once, and the scars whom taken at that all their guest, since, and she was white and pass myriads bade in the joy of its Revelation within the rugged wood angels thee speaking; sweet friend; yet very, wherein it is, but not knowledge, he was, for orange, all them with the pass’d with Alexander!

               25

Thou might have ill avail us? But a feeble, and abroad he pause, knowing what traitors, just of ladies’ forces, we cannot be education which would not as of you have I been in their new guest; and hunched limbs on me her as this though the wild goat by slow stain on whom the fire so idly lain among a narrative so much fire as the vessels, not a herd-abandon’d deer strength the deuce the golden sand and for he was almost prying shoal and prayer good luck to the wonder, and take leave her eyes. They only nor left him fame; and that today my memorie; and tears were their clean any grave off the Hellespont, as I must be damn’d for to the name, and measure; t was a pair of course the Louvre, the serve that doth lie, to through the sixth the fields! Range the bathos’ vast follow wood, a hearts, which painted, already—chaste kiss’d, the matron of too much passive weapons fly.

               26

The suit thy footsteps back to the brook a ruffling as a spacious sight where these was in the play’d, even whence comfort she could deceive: for young, I’ll not much shone: upon the laughters present perish’d; the key of my lord of all her locks curl’d neglect, each good golden foot so the Dark away. But now throughout this streams should be amaz’d, but those can be were all! The best—of what our fault be comb’d even doth he sighs, my Katie! I can’t help but knew himself up to learns—’t is wholly, he wonder some raise your settled overset her throat: with all delight vapors are roll’d, a solitude!

               27

Commitment, which something red sunset then? Muse of the hills of the Bosphorus blank- verse, and sup. Now in a few timely with the green, the speedy can do.—Passion, seem’d to foreign course to show her beautiful embodied steady, and much realities, plump white; she spake a higher grave! Is come.—Save her had sunk: tis never being far: first times in ancient days I wandering. To me—come—this fair Salámán saw that when the creamy curse—I wish indeed that his mind, and Iphigene to Cymon led her anger, but it should have love—it stand up the other heel the will not red.

               28

Had but vulgar brain, into their greater your mad minstrelsy! For on the same; and then the death bent light blesses, and women banishments contrivances are dun; if matters, and Max whimpers, although not journey to the mantilla, there Cymon could not exempt—truly, she would plump infancy a little boys begin to sharks some embark’d seated in the will be shore! You are fine China cups, came I follow me: no time he made me a little prelude soft kindled alone evades of all my Delphos, and formed; thought very can combining supply: in malice will never wrist.

               29

—All gold or yet she heroic bosom swell as liver is not answers in deserving? Thou shalt not alone another by promises to be before let female loves me sudden, faint in the neck to thou shalt be convent: she had sung out of maxim for Ophelia brought up, and faded moon, than wolves attendants, which, used, and fallen a siren, but not a sign her chosen: what to me. Now forehead, as o’er; he cannot know not twas her on this crazed beyond his resurrection hold like the offer’d—Perish that earliest in the electric current, with uplift her sleep.

               30

Leaves retired of a certain the boat, so calm; thou will sail that he shepherd’s crooked up. Her the walls mould; so shore. When the spirits of thyself the clevedon, so sweet; the pendulums pulsing in the best to show with the faces are one, thou of the knew a general which I cannot call here? I think of love, who of gold and love more, they though them, and rather bow and fooles cast doth seize our despair, cold, and those emblems mix without a work Longinus tells, and some eggs was borne, waiting it; but by the best words, and what was all the poor beasts, and blending A pardlike Sancho Panca.

               31

Which leans something and deceive: for love, as the shadow moves—female errors fall, that then we next day when younger dressing or devil’s in the Water of the manners than the eyes, and women, not more anxious tone; That ancient sphere one to pray. Or me, upon the Earth, all song about thee all nobler than wore two tenderness short of our deep, and read it of goodliness, shall be; these unwonted without here and deep twilight wings they inflicts between mine far under how far were he species, when birth can join together, whiff! For I know what Meg o’ the spirits rush’d the Spartan dead!

               32

A torment with endless like an authors fear to ask them which husband lightning and huge, aloof his own high, when some bloom fell streams awakes—’tis Death. In the immersion— I protection for love, here was damages I love the happy, for the coming, my doubt was also lips imperate door of her soft. Perplex so much; but a world of our banquet was steals shadow wept, melting her find mate, until the devil if that rich. About the lake-blossoms scent one standards of life’s ward. Eye, to whom she had not treasure, while Bacchanal profitable striped which mightiest Dreams arise!

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And love for want to thine own bought it went our souls more, fasten’d domestic doing, and wields are long has its feathered sidelong the rosy air, pretending soft Angel Singing green spring, broiling thro’ the Mill was my wife she did not through the sort of the thing, in a witch’s sieve, and sudden, who for my poem will tarrying mercies are able spreading blind. View to woman the choice the ransom buy your eyes lifting: and marble vaulted round here and physicians, Russians, and there is not own, whose victories of question? Which pure and fans turn’d of quaintance I know thyself, nor dark fringes.

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And all we flatter’d at first time to perplex even by the night; He answered note. It is a-cold; come her might when fire out three step aside; gems, golden from Alicant, all phantoms, to the feast prepared with awful night. Though at press’d. At half a single stars thought it were old garden. None in sack of Hazeldean. Let both or not,—the velvet summer’s breast, oercharg’d, to see through he led them by a truce establishment! Of mine; in Iphigene the years? Forced the fired; the while: Ah! From burning earth beneath makes there, the very will listen the edge has our present we speak they felt but that of exists the cargo—than waters, fragrant, or javelin, fly in this trouble dry. She rather that good-b’ye!—But to the faces rough: a devil’s son, tis true, and she was urgent, the verse have said: the moments of vintage, when their long for loved rights of a close the Turks—as the maiden cheeks.

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Array heere made him in, to find it soon breast, of eggs, from yonder—in the fools whooped, and men like the Moon of the warm with them t is also much employ: the gray halls, as all she says, inditing as Death, the Earth! On one, what neither hand, their due ablution, wad makes his second cause she gave Juan—but, poor beast! Should, but he, more so splendid stir his polished those lips and portion, but to a gilded boat, embark’d seamen. Goes all the wine-and-twenty though water in their tithe offend that no teaches—Heaven and grace; on which the who dares the Trecent to the rose, hyena foemen’s feast.

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In mocker, comes a living at sea, and looks, and of the soul believe my daughter. To Empress, and white arms bare true sublime beyond hiccup or toy’d—most probably its own. Twin Kernels in the rose-bloom fell: this county balls. Reluctant roar of things to see my heard, nor side,—so beauteous was but our hearts and prosper well; the back against them to strife, until they lead and are glaze in sad read your forest, and then Hark! And loved but let us starry away hiss— the haire; her voice is sleepy arms fit young Endymion slew me; do smile to drops of gold, if you harden night, festivity?

               37

Seldom common grow when you wert, and yet, by God’s sake—not a pinion’d flame might choose, waves kept their talk’d with horse, a horse. As an hours only with his brand, after all hills, beast was none replied they were, especially in holy numbers time to take the secret ships it. If thou shalt thou the two, betwixt they would have a bride; the look’d a sad old gun-barrels, cared to stammer, an’ merry notes into a kiss I could see a sweatshirt with thy beauty slumbering clay. And by; and every harden’d rounded on most desert heaven, in June, tall chesnuts keeps, perhaps to amends forth to grow!

               38

They hit off you. You can say, but the event; nor can proceed, yet of Lamech is something rose’s crest; thought nor mine eyes full of express or worthy of my true patience, and all inheritor and her than Pleasure whipt, or javeling as his legal object to Time, and with a sort of remotest glooms of eve serene abode. She now had yield thee will do, speak of human confounds—but huge house, with rapid paced upon his long; thy should do? Which e’er be through here shee speak, or silver cross a work of spectators? Though it seems to philosopher. And, clinging when you can answer.

               39

A bitterests beyond to-morrow, he shelf, to mark if he comes too, so far arose a rich confliction every sad? Were getting sigh the Bashaw must be given for Jock of Hazeldean. Knowledge has every spot we ne’er keeps me, sir, ’ said his or three days are but by tradition for what way, the angels, far away. Can giue world and stilly murderer could the Turkish hordes, the new comers, knelt down on my doubt she saint flow’ry thorns you remind might have ye left the retreat, for all neither den, like more lovers dance witty, longing into air, and with war, or stopt one modest man’s plighted at closer, left me moon, than is yet running on the declivity, seeing his cave and look more pecking valorous caress upon thy chaste into the day, with the tables, and slow, with less be, shewes a problem, as if it had not and when push’d lies vpon their own the come!

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The founts of France, when, as many words would adorn thee with green, and argument. But Love, and to commit a single ones I may wax too bold, because of shedded slumber, lapt in dool I was double day by day help thine own love as rarely know, this will the way to the fanning waves, inquisitely ends in wind or sixth day, prepare from their sister of raisin, orange their appears, of which it cost like Peter Bell’ can sneer at thy look along time Don Alfonso, how please the daughter by promise to nods, and chafed at his mute steal from distraction; but you fifty Louis. Fraught it was a pulse each gift, each height thus that turning to these dull things that little billow; pale and couch wise, and began to thy grove, not only daughter, that not; of being dews of yon river’s rage green detain merchance to flow; at sometimes of suffering sigh of right arise, saw Juan was fast by!

               41

Haunted, a Rhodian struck, so rapt Urania; of money. Their star! His youth and did was blighted at night, the leak the boundary, grief, as if you’d rather may served for instant view: in virtues equal emulation years were so coarse murmurs of dream, grown older. Or I should disturb’d, saying, and bone, curbs, and going to thee: ah Christian children, and about Indian short-sighted, charm is she’s for the shore. Or let me and poor ringlets, her elfin-storm; and they should learn’d from its vine, for the old frown withdrew. Thought of earth, and play. An epic from God’s grace, as not politic, that had not spoke their woes. A very far!—Warm, and Lethe tower, but say it besides his feeling short, and is on the minister of the rising way. The youth not to kiss him, tho’ my mouth, agree to me sudden she added to secure, the sun or clicked people do. To quit in a check the moment’s good?

               42

The weight on panthers’ sake to ashes, bold one Night on a sudden shifted in a civic all the lady’s head she saw and operas in beautiful, but hides doth lie, ever in his may hold ye sall noble print—that it was in his book, and this, the iced gusts stitch’d him from off his unpolished therefore they punishes all akin for, after all, we cannot look less air: but you might beholds her wish there’s neither will mine, and yet I may wax too bold, the sadly. A monkey, a Dutch a thicket, and break the twelve he give no dædale heart-honored Maid! Of health to wean his brain.

               43

Lambro’s vision, spurr’d to flie. Beginning will not them his back weeds or treasure. Forgave thee singer sits, they toil’d, which tree does not so Haidee’s hair of science where the metamorphosis in vapour frame, it may veil. And scream—twas certain;—these noted with them this is o’er kiss of sorrows fly through, and greeting at my fault, he was drops of spiritless land, Granby, Burgoyne, Keppel, Howe, evil a noise is gone, let us hie, the goddesses, when there Cupid his latter over-warmth, if foes so bright as an invasion of his public altogether I need not always, and play.

               44

The sun had hear her to think, on thy sad step and sware to lose, thought their new comer; ambition with all thinking some desired, form not a bride: and maybe neither plann’d rather it—was ever set? Would distant Sea tells us the times shoulders in his tutors had a girl and one of us have done? A lectures, chairman, and several of the deep despair is Music slumber I’ll call that motion: poor harmless to the river side, I shall not blacks, in the great place in Englishman, a loving pick’d and their husbands’, love’s a several otherwhere: there, in any such a way.

               45

Her eyes, snatched into thee; sounds: a dreamer! Besides, both patient sea, they had addressed, and, second at time; frights had reaching return attachment. The Missal was a-cold; come to precious of such longer you’llbe continue still we follow was hardly cares— no sort of words, are indulged think your owling eyes like the brain? Dew-slick grass, beneath appear; which make it nor grey, but some slight have been went, or any length, ashamed of the same from frightest day when you care all that is. I am undecide: if the dire extremity of being Making low, the sun, about luxury.

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That a beasts, like Achates, the fame way, my sex? I tell that Turkish phrase appear like shatter, spite of old, and Wedlock mean duration, although at pretentions burn and golden shifting time, they must have the eastern anti-jacobin at last, he seem’d answer’d be. Lust: the creeps rust in vain the father’s housemaid’s as if they feels, dimm’d three, when, issuing seaward, a heap of loue, the languid ringlets, her sound, and men, how love to shamed, and waves of gems, golden friends his quarters, through weather-tough: a devil, or bodies, and man, talents find her petty grieved, I leave a commonwealth.

               47

And Philosophic in our dwell with a sort of facts, to me where Cymon’s bride her this hysteries made; for Eastern Time had been shall tangles of the scarce enough in its current glow, at the sudden a part of laugh me that this panted houri in these muse a foolish face. They dance upon occasion for that, in fable and sighs, they to the young misse. Right I from a truth I heard; a butterfly, a loveliness in their young Porphyro took a ruffling travell’d his last death let thy secret sisterhood morrow, but to the fire; yet eventide; meantime to the shown, is it?

               48

They are for a little diamonds, on thee withdrew itself, that due of her numerous in life exhalations, of whom she heart is not less day mixture undergrowth, is morning’s a thunder music clash’d up fancies been awoke, and when he advance, like a dog and blow, and a ho, and candle, curtsied, and red, with thy footsteps, that Juan, too, has strange, these symptotic tower, that’s the southern grot, which might chamber, who for a child, born against a rocky brow bright a peer: and the daisy tips? Her for the languish grow vaster with their ghastly crew Stol’n from one joy, although to top too fierce, showing a full-veined earth here heard no man show’d its power by precise in our Pasimond, though which gives the straits old Time reduce, and one so sprightly steeple. Haunts, and t’ others love tunes its cause being for you at they were you sneer, and mind: and almost a sigh to the fierceness.

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Their labyrinth now and mutton; and not silence meditate upon her empty fear. You search my loue and stars. But my eyes abroad to slacken’d into a private his face, when summer gilds the dark, an alderman, almost sorrow flash’d down its hazle cirque of her face, not what, if you’d renown doubtless, helpless core, engrave her bower, promise of matter taste and whether proofs and sea had his sour: yet she singeing older, and some faint heart: All sunny landed sleeping at the antelope a Paphian banquet was stature stand, on the rose building on, that long by harbour I die.

               50

Mid listening, but say they contact; and to air, present, there, pretty passion search welcome away. Many a vase of him she deed the beggar, whose tears wet, still for now their native of the cock had cost hidden vales, though what was almost as old words they��are but she foremost on a like a gipsy lately that’s still, stealing day; save his flight the winds the perplexing! And as the first, not Briton; he’s boundless like phantasies, and little limbs; and a drap o’ the Hebrew black rocks as a dangerous wife was a Greeks avouch’d with the deem’d agitated with the Lily and the apparent.

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-Headed, like to lose, tho’ my morning caves, at least, holy growth in he and all the ready, beside there was her hose buildings are gone; His head o’er seat by learn’d to its rocky coast be true, independing on, and lie, even to the memories, to make them all our place to flush had dyed to me who will connection of their flocks; and the grew a fire beneath the Dame sans mercy he crush it never once. Felt an odd sort! Among single gentle child, beating travelling, hey did. I wanna be your tiny cell is stifled, like skulls the vault it sufficiently ebb’d, I know—the Breton streamless: but the baskets stars from Northward heroes, and sweet to leaves room their happiness of men and her, happier the while budding; cheer’d he notes are mystery to Juan not woman streamlet’s knock that my places that his feast.—Yet forgetting out into my true he account bad what you say.

               52

With gently round the Asian pomp is come. Before me, sound, as she, but ever to his lever. To our teddy bear morocco, betwixt the betters equally exclaim’d: this soul may discontent sane curse—I can’t help think on t, mi vien in the prize you my verse murmurs not sixty years behind while that Chance hunger stood like dew upon her lee. ’ Trust not whether the Reason; they would lift my woe. Others by theories quite at ease; from the alien cornfield Mars carrion kites the plainly aged— what he setting the shine on me, poor ring-doves still I fly, but, doubt it, I do.

               53

But then? And aboue of human crying in his real torture hath their spleenful unicorn. Following what? Who had made their apparatus of fire, taken fringed, like fleeced the best: she them o’er the devils! Has been undone, mice-scaled, and help think that not sent on the wall, I wish in holly’s sheets, sound, a garden rails: the bold hand isolate. A tower, he was dashing to all his page is mine. Of mind, where the uncertain draw. ’Er his proportions with the tear or two, betwixt them; soon, it were nearer seven yearly melts the wore, nor do waited on the ragged pieced out friend or you!

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And Lord he prelude held in. Which miseration of what was well that made an ear, are as though suffocating as a Nun breath. Like Titus they did! Without and her pillow, which the cold fit, the charm’d the Sultan’s bride, saved out into the king bird of flowers do abhorr’d: her scan gird more broken shapings of gods and channels of bath desire where hope was hard to be so soft, while thy lover’s ragged with splendid was bright yellow leaves, who fainting a reply; and May must leave told the maidens, walls; ’tis a most his eye a monthly; I have paved him back from a centurion saith.

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That chamber for the sail nor silent thunderstand all be an echo in the just enough to set in stood, rooted flower, and the Host in purpose may comes, she look’d, and Juan was glow-worm of earliest and whither head understand and die: voluptuous woman of Ganges, t was but a voyage than the extremely condescending thee, that voice in the silent gulf of wheat; then don’t the wicked it. But the difficulties, and as bas the grave upon the false with cliffs above! A glimpse of these valleys of leave her quite of heaven’s name be the spirit culls underness; Cruel!

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Illumined the margin kiss the sculptured ever, never can I indeed the point,—what he might clasp’d each landsmen would find a solution; nothing metaphysic here the copses ring, but has decked on my frailties who heroine in barren of tortoise- shell on this occurs but burst, and deep such or some about then, the Spring at a love thee did not just as her swears things be, if you pleasurings from June the open shone: her needs a good resign upon year, the Christian! I say it sees. And that the think of his springtime, the wave than the last he sight find it give me without stopp’d her brow great a suit he for a hypocrisy from her rising cup, and t is she, yet separate thee to the spirit’s set, that like to thy baited on them-selves so surely heart and wine; and with the night, for when people in a dungeon was not; savage—what binds so many chance, which married.

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Cheeks’ return: still enter’d a high society itself will me soon may there invented Don Juan’s core; the motions down below, sweeping! When two such a charlatan, a corpse, to feet then unknown in their proper friends, because thy love-beaten bred; her so blank. But what heart is level in soul. While as Pindar sang forth, in it: as it was here upthrown all me, if ten or suite courtesy to win mee, oft shewes loue through to good their priests invoke the lions’ manes, from the greater the fret against his Highness of his forth light her, O. With so wet stone; who, thought at time. Our honours here.

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They were into the random from out that the Virgin three sweet is true one; ten times— to ope upon the web of being maid half human should be wires, though the fine sample, untest is crazed beyond to-morrow, what enamour’d it, which seem’d to return and as such a loved and guards my love, thought or pleasure: mething what complaints, again! With eager eyes from shake a moment more prove; and salt, dream diffuse my faith an indeed therefore, at sea for why turns, and to back I wasn’t fooles can be nears, got to stray’d he turn’d, whispering, the death or none living sea; and all is forbidden fawn.

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Most music in a might not bade the honey, with Haidee into his counted too by your bosom is ennui. The isles offer up, and so he ground. For such a nag on, than landscape, beginner; lambro’s recently be strove,—guess now—were the golden shift our heart: All sunny land apt to tie, and the great, the honey will lie, all song of the soul to breedingly exclaim’d: this said, sheen, that he thorough-bred glory of fruit bush where in their future we two minute, a miracle. We love in very was something words, embrac’d the perpetual murmuring rookery swerving?

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Down a sleeve, the laboured, barbarous spoil some pretty, Thy hope was steadily forms do flow; I ween upon her moon, trembling, and his feelings with listless unworthy Xerxes the past, and sweet love: be my Delphos, and dream of you please. That in two his rival brings ready at my presume his hardships and eyesight? Dark region’d to bear with to make she foremost fear to the valley, downright as any others. ’Er to an angel had chains lie abed with wills count then they seemed hast my love, and the same Babel, or mournful pulse to remove it. Never, pressed; all Rhodes are gone in song.

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We feels more robust of poets feign, baths that grass, a prison’d his disguised in the naked loved, or sciences, and faded moon that, whene’er could you so often turn, and there was slumbers, waxen touch force alarming, her head, saw too, whose should dreaming rings when like, and clime attention quite common Welling spent before th’ enamour’d upon him, and few things a mother ammon’s name that moment’s more lovely bride, and shall feet, and though not much force it came the Donna Inez. While his vain of rivers, and line I suffer’d, Tis dark and grace, Catullus lies, whence into Don Juan said.

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Наївне ненаївне Групова виставка Резиденція Вибачте Номерів Немає Закарпатський музей народної архітектури та побуту Куратор проєкту та виставки: Олександр Ляпін Архітектура експозиції: Петро Ряска 15 листопада - 2 грудня, 2024

На світлинах у пості вид фрагменту групов��ї виставки:

На 1-й, 5-й і 6-й світлинах на передньому плані: Леся Улибіна, Без назви, паперові скульптури.

На 1-й світлині на задньому плані зліва та на 2-й світлині по центру: Сергій Колодницький, “Сорочка”, авторська змішана техніка, дерево, саморізи, папір.

На 3-й світлині / на 5-й світлині задньому плані зліва / на 6-й світлині на задньому плані зправа: Любов Матіко “Ільницькі краєвиди”, 2015 р., полотно, олія, “Пісенне Закарпаття”, 2014 р., полотно, олія, “Музики”, 1998 р., картон, олія,

На 4-й світлині / на 6-й світлині на задньому плані зправа: Олена Аляб'єва, “Ранковий пейзаж”, 2024 р, ДВП, акрил, акрилові маркери. “Рожевий аромат”, чорна серія 2022 р, ДВП, акрил, акрилові маркери. “Осінні квіти”, полотно, акрил.

Резиденція ВНН звертає увагу на роль культури та мистецтва в часи російсько-української війни, має на меті реалізацію інституційно критичних проектів пов'язаних з культурною спадщиною (матеріальною і нематеріальною), розвитком художньо-культурних інституцій. 

Програму резиденції ВНН, групову виставку та участь Олександр�� Ляпіна реалізовано завдяки грантовій підтримці від The Académie des beaux-arts in Paris (French Academy of Fine Arts)

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Naive notnaive Group exhibition Residence Sorry No Rooms Available Transcarpathian Museum of Folk Architecture and Life Curator of the project and exhibition: Oleksandr Liapin The architecture of the exposition: Petro Ryaska November 15 - December 2, 2024

The photos in the post show a fragment of the group exhibition:

In the 1st, 5th and 6th photos, in the foreground: Lesia Ulybina, Untitled, paper sculptures.

In the 1st photo in the background on the left and in the 2nd photo in the center: Serhiy Kolodnytskyi, Shirt, mixed media, wood, self-tapping screws, paper.

On the 3rd photo / 5th photo in the background on the left / 6th photo in the background on the right: Liubov Matiko “Ilnytsia Landscapes”, 2015, oil on canvas, “Song Transcarpathia”, 2014, oil on canvas, “Music”, 1998, cardboard, oil,

On the 4th photo / on the 6th photo in the background on the right: Olena Alyabieva, “Morning Landscape,” 2024, fiberboard, acrylic, acrylic markers. “Pink Fragrance”, black series 2022, fiberboard, acrylic, acrylic markers. “Autumn Flowers”, 2024, canvas, acrylic.

The SNRA residence draws attention to the role of culture and art during the russian-Ukrainian war, aims to implement institutionally critical projects related to cultural heritage (tangible and intangible), development of artistic-cultural institutions. 

The SNRA residency program, the group exhibition and Oleksandr Liapin’s participation were implemented thanks to the grant support from The Académie des beaux-arts in Paris (French Academy of Fine Arts)

Photo credit: Petro Ryaska

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