"Don't make me write a poem about this," she threatened.
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"Don't make me write a poem about this," she threatened.
Painting in a bold, graphic style of a lemon yellow room with white door to the left, window to the right and fireplace in the centre, beneath the floorboards ears, eyes, scissors and noses grow from black roots or tentacles
Painting created c.midC20th in the art therapy studio at Netherne hospital, Surrey, by an individual who was compelled to live there, whose identity is currently unknown to us.
Image from art therapist Edward Adamson’s lecture slides. The original is presumed lost
Helene Schjerfbeck | Clothes Drying | 1883
Pat Steir | Smaller Yellow on Blue Waterfall | 1992
feeling intensely nostalgic for magazines being absolutely voluptuous from five different competing perfumes.
If there's a sock on my doorknob, it can only mean one thing: I'm watching the PBS Pledge Drive.
Martin Parr | Kleine Scheidegg, Switzerland | 1994
man dressed as Napoleon Bonaparte with another man in modern military uniform
Marlon Brando and Emperor Haile Selassie of Ethiopia on the set of the film Désirée in 1954.
And she ate the entire cake herself.
Roses are red,
Bottoms need tops,
My advice? Don't fall in love until the Valentine's Day candy is half-off.
"Poetry" by Asja Bakić
Some of you—I won't name names—don't deserve seven layers of dip.
Wayne Thiebaud | Supine Woman | 1963
person wearing a cabbage leaf costume outside a school house
Cabbage Lady, Hellidon, Northamptonshire.
Photographed by Alfred Newton and Son, 1907-1920.
Wayne Thiebaud | Supine Woman | 1963
"Don't make me start a podcast about it," she threatened.
If there's a more Minnesotan protest sign, I didn't see it today.
Nothing but 💞 for my city.
Minnesota is the best of us.
Please hold your applause until the end.
Let's end class here for today.
Note to Robyn: Please allow yourself 3-5 business days to recover after publicly eating soup.
I should have worn a third pair of socks.
"You seem like the sort of person who chews gum a half-stick at a time," she observed scathingly.
January feels as if the dazed move from the couch to the bed were stretched out to fill an entire month.
Once again, I find myself in the bulk foods section of my local co-op, insisting to everyone within earshot that raisins should be referred to as "grapes of wrath."
January feels as if the dazed move from the couch to the bed were stretched out to fill an entire month.
I should have worn a third pair of socks.