What is Black
Is it the other side of the deck stacked
White with a perceived lack
Some artificial slack
And while I sing in the breeze and all accompany me who can foresee the sheen on the guilded seam
Yes that's a rhyme and it spans a brilliant time
Did they ask you to be kind
Who failed in the definition
Meaning exquisite
Lies explicit
Were we all wishing
We are a people streaming
Flawed and gleaming
Do you understand the true meaning
Destiny thieving
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original print from depop
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Growth is never easy
and not always clear
But look how far we’ve come
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pink and teal dream, Microsoft word 1997. skeletonized under the cut
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With my ink, my dagger, and my black omens, I became an unfinished idea.
Dylan of the Raven
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steve who used to doodle during class because it helped him pay attention but it was always abstract so he doesn't consider himself talented at art
he thinks art is supposed to look like something since that's what art class was like and all the famous paintings he knows portray something and the only artist he knows - will - portrays things
but then he's letting eddie borrow some of his old notes to help him graduate after everything and eddie asks about the doodles and steve can explain how every single one connects to what the teacher was saying and how he was feeling
eddie thinks it's amazing that steve is an artist and steve is all flustered and confused because he never thought of it like that but eddie goes on a small rant about how art doesn't have rules and then lets steve borrow some art supplies (used for miniatures and colour coded notes and maps for dungeons and dragons)
steve draws how eddie makes him feel while eddie studies and then gives him the drawing before leaving
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Untitled Paintblot #1 – Acrylic paint on canvas
I’m going to be bringing a small series of black and white paintings to Tumblr, about 3 to 6 of these babies. I want you to tell me what this image looks like to you in the comments in one to three words. This series will be based on (but not following the hard and fast rules of) the Rorschach inkblot test. Just trying to get a sense of people’s minds and personality traits! It's a social experiment, so let's have some fun! Comment away (even if it’s dirty), I’ll go first…
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Heya! Was this the piece you were talking about?
Seems to be from someone going by seyorrol
YES!!!!!!
HOLY SHIT YES THERE IT IS!!!! THANK YOU LOVE YOU YOU'RE AMAZING MWAH MWAH MWAH
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Hey, Kaufmo, do you think the fluff or your hat looks like frizzy, curly hair sometimes? I do.
Also, do you remember what happens to you when you drink a large coffee? The last time I had a large latte, I looked like a ghost afterwards with pale skin and dark eyes.
Oh- hello. Apologies for my.. quite late response. I have been very busy lately.
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– "Pause" by Karen Hollingsworth
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Who is the crumb under the thumb of those numb
Aditudes labled dumb
Proclamations won
The song sung
The umbrella lost in the blistering sun
Who has the gun
You are spun of golden web
Lacking any sense of dred
They are diamond under the strum of the distant drum
All begun
We all sought fun
Some numb
Others glum
The sweetness of the gum
Whose tongue knows
The sharpness of the rows
Our brows grow slow
The hoe dulled with each blow
Who really knows which way to go
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Abstract
Staring at her mirror
With trembling hands
She think of herself as mud
Surrounded by golden sand,
Days are to long
She barely survives
Nights are too short
For her tired eyes
In an art gallery
She wishes to be the girl in a forest
Lost within the trees
Or the snow on Mount Everest
Or a ship sailing the seven seas
Perhaps the daisies in a still motion painting
Perhaps a picture of a warrior in training
But she is neither the girl in a forest
Nor the snow atop Everest
Nor the warrior with a sword in her fist
She is not the ship amidst the sea
She is not the daisies
And she never will be
She is the splash of red on an empty canvas
A beautifully perfect mess
She, indeed, is art
Though nobody understands it
When wind blows through your paintbrush bristles
She is the pattern of water when it ripples
She is abstract
And she shouldn't think of herself
As anything less.
~Sayyidah
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Carol Rama Island of Eyes. 1966. Mixed media on paper: 43 × 33 cm (17 × 13 in).
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follow joy
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my gender is cartoon cat. i'm a cat but not like a real life cat, or really a "furry" cat, i'd like to be a cat character in a cartoon or anime or children's book illustration, or a 2009 deviantart oc. not a cat but an artistic representation of a cat, an abstraction. cute and small, friendly and kind, cat-like but with endless possibilities of looking any way and doing anything, living in an abstraction of reality where my existence is as fluid as art is. i'm also a boy
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