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garadinervi · 1 day
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Guillermo Deisler, Untitled, (collage and print on paper), 1989-1990 [Herlitzka & Co., Buenos Aires. © Guillermo Deisler]
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dasineoreul · 21 hours
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bugambilia / 2024 / inaræphy
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grendel-menz · 2 months
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In the dark, the deer mistook my headlights for stars
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polyhedric-dimension · 9 months
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Who are you when you're not performing?
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zytes · 1 year
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look alive, sunshine
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steadfastpetrel · 1 year
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the sun mourns in vain for the white-throated rail: a comic about disability and the unwanted able-bodied grief for past selves.
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Page 1: The sun holds a white-throated rail, a bird with a red head, a gray body, and a white throat, in its hands. The sun speaks in a tone represented as sorrowful pity through a drippy speech bubble.
Sun: Looking at you makes me sad!
Rail: What?
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Sun: Looking at you makes me sad!
The sun stands with a hand clutching its face.
Sun: How miserable it must be to be flightless! Don’t you yearn for the skies? Don’t you wake up grieving you’re still on land?
Page 3: The white-throated rail looks down in frustration in the hand of the sun.
Sun: (speaking off screen) I’d simply perish if I were you!
The rail speaks, looking down. Pink flowers bloom towards the bottom of the page, petals and pollen blowing in the wind.
Rail: Why do you put your words in my beak and your grief in my feathers? Am I not beautiful?
Page 4: The bone of a white-throated rail is positioned against a colorful galaxy dotted with flecks of stars.
Rail: Am I not adaptability in action? Am I not evolution in motion? Do you mourn the days you weren’t a star? Do you mourn when the sky was cold, how unbearably hot you must burn to keep embracing it every day?
Page 5: The sun looks at the viewer.
Sun: Why would I? That was then, this is now. I am content to be in this state.
Page 6: The rail looks up at the sun off-screen.
Rail: Well…So am I.
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puesiria · 8 months
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three years on hrt today !
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fickes · 8 days
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on working even when it's not working
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agirlnamedbone · 11 months
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by Amy Meissner
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hauntedomens · 5 months
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'I Can't Remember Her, Yet She Lives Inside Me' by Amy Canning
Prints Here!
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garadinervi · 1 day
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Guillermo Deisler, Untitled, (collage on paper), 1989-1990 [Herlitzka & Co., Buenos Aires. © Guillermo Deisler]
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iidamiidam · 21 days
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Untitled #269
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dasineoreul · 21 hours
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wood / 2024 / inaræphy
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grendel-menz · 12 days
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a little diary about trying to find a middle ground between being spiritual and being a schizophrenic
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polyhedric-dimension · 7 months
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All I know of love is hunger.
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cure-smiths-headrest · 10 months
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i just love cowboys
All paintings by Glen Dean | Salad Days - Mac Demarco | Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys - Willie Nelson | El Paso - Marty Robbins | Ask - The Smiths | Country House - Blur | Loser Monologue - Sign Crushes Motorist | Jeane - The Smiths | Philadelphia II - Cyberbully Mom Club | The Ballad of Costa Concordia - Car Seat Headrest
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