Today's artist without a (known) birthday: Adriaen Coorte. Painter of the stillest still lifes. Three peaches, 1705.

“As for myself, I am splintered by great waves. I am coloured glass from a church window long since shattered. I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.”
― Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping
#BookSky

Photo of a chess board with models of household goods such as a stove, lamp and chair for chess pieces

Chess Set, 2005 by Rachel Whiteread #WomensArt

Rabanus Maurus ~ Labyrinth Tree From De Rerum Naturis
(On the Natures of Things, c 847ad)
#Alchemy

Chatelaine and the Bird Alchemists #drawing #birdalchemists #penandpencil #joncarling

Jean-Claude Mougin

When you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky

a hand with a snake wrapped around the wrist To all in search of truth. Greeting.

The Mystic Self by Rayon, 1900.

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Vendredi tradition

📌 Found at last: the Minotaur's labyrinth! 🧐😉

An open book with Latin text and a black and white illustration on each page. On the left is the head of a mule and the head of a man whose face resembles a mule, on the right is a lion and a man whose face resembles a lion.

'De humana physiognomonia', 1586, where a dog-like face made you avaricious and mule-features meant you were easily angered

"A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on."
-- William S Burroughs
#Photography Brion Gysin (1958), Paris

Final Curve by Langston Hughes

#poetry #smallpoemsunday @tomsnarsky.bsky.social

View from a moving train window showing blurred green fields and railway tracks in the foreground, with a dramatic dark sky filled with white clouds above.

📷 "On the Train" from "Voyages".

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20250502 - Essay

J'allais sous le ciel, Muse! et j'étais ton féal.
(I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.)
― A. Rimbaud

hitchhiker with a 'nowhere' sign, Endre Tót, 1980, Outdoor Tests

Mood.

Teruhiko Tsuchida

Herman Mishkin • Mary Garden as Salome, c. 1908

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Chantons le doux printemps qui sourit aux amours !

~ Edmond Arnould ~

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© Beatrice Heydiri

“Three or four times only in my youth did I glimpse the Joyous Isles, before they were lost to fogs, depressions, cold fronts, ill winds, and contrary tides... I mistook them for adulthood. Assuming they were a fixed feature in my life's voyage,(1)

#Photo Bill Brandt (1947), Isle of Skye, Scotland

Ever wondered what happens to the hour they steal from you whilst you sleep? What lives in that time between tick and tock? Not all vampires feast on blood. #ClocksGoForward

Beauty, 1993 - by Karin Rosenthal (1945), American

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee;
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
[...]
#Poetry W. B. Yeats, The Lake Isle of Innisfree
#Photography Robert & Shana ParkeHarrison

crytal ball reflecting the room and two people, the photographer and camera tarot cards spilled on the table

Fortune Teller, Paris
André Kertész, 1930

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In the stillness of the morning,
it hangs.
An ancient sorrow.

📷sara robinson