Mind Palace

Where I store everything that inspires me.
eatsleepdraw:

Up the road
For more work, check out http://pillowfortmaniac.tumblr.com/tagged/draw

eatsleepdraw:

Up the road

For more work, check out http://pillowfortmaniac.tumblr.com/tagged/draw


Ivan Kliun, Untitled, 1917

Ivan Kliun, Untitled, 1917

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feclark:

A Throw-Back-Thursday post - 'Turquoise Sprite' - 8” x 8”, acrylic on board, by F. E. Clark, 2013.  Part of my Super Moons and Sprites series of paintings - see the rest here.
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feclark:

A Throw-Back-Thursday post - 'Turquoise Sprite' - 8” x 8”, acrylic on board, by F. E. Clark, 2013.  Part of my Super Moons and Sprites series of paintings - see the rest here.

website, facebook, twitter

stevemccurrystudios:

Body language is a very powerful tool. We had body language before we had speech, and apparently, 80% of what you understand in a conversation is read through the body, not the words.
- Deborah Bull

Grade was in all her steps, heaven in her eye, in every gesture dignity and love.
-John Milton, Paradise Lost

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theantidote:

Acquainted with the Night
 

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. 
I have been one acquainted with the night.

 Robert Frost

painting by Emil Nolde
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theantidote:

Acquainted with the Night

 

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rainand back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. 
I have been one acquainted with the night.

painting by Emil Nolde

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