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Pastel on museum board.
— Rob Evans (American, b.1959)
https://www.robevansart.org/
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Fred Appleyard (1874-1963, British) ~ The Artist and His Muse, n/d
[Source: LotSearch]
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Bruno Liljefors - Mute swans on evening migration (1925)
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Marcel RIEDER (1862-1942) - Jeunes femmes sur la lande au clair de lune
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“My heart has been touched more by nature and by books than by people.”
— Hermann Hesse, from a letter to Stefan Zweig written c. February 1903
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“The voice of beauty speaks softly; it creeps only into the most fully awakened souls.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
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Details: breaking waves from paintings by Jeanne Smith.
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Edge of Darkness by Ben J
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I have romanticized my life to such an extreme point, I feel like I'm living in some sort of unattainable fairytale. It's blissful and full of wonders, but I sometimes experience loneliness, being so away from the world of other people, feeling like they don't want to open up and show any sign of excitement, of love. I live in a perfect bubble that is pink and heart-shaped and I'm fine with it. I'm constantly surprised that people aren't falling to their knees and screaming with joy at every flower, tree, poem, painting, the way the golden sunrays light up the forest, the colors of the clouds, the sounds of summer evening. And honestly, why don't you? What's in your world that's so powerful, it made you indifferent to the beautiful things that surround you all the time? If your reality means any less delight, any less everyday ecstasies, I'm choosing my handmade fairytale and I'm going to die with hymns on my lips.
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