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= Henri Matisse

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One of the first things I saw when I walked into the garden centre. A well crafted sunflower by a clever craftsperson.

I decided that art journaling sounded like a fun idea and a good way to keep my creativity flowing. So, this is my first entry! I chose colors that make me happy and the monster is inspired by my favorite little Milky Robot monsters.

On Living

I

Living is no laughing matter:

you must live with great seriousness

like a squirrel, for example--

I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,

I mean living must be your whole occupation.

Living is no laughing matter:

you must take it seriously,

so much so and to such a degree

that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,

your back to the wall,

or else in a laboratory

in your white coat and safety glasses,

you can die for people--

even for people whose faces you've never seen,

even though you know living

is the most real, the most beautiful thing.

I mean, you must take living so seriously

that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees--

and not for your children, either,

but because although you fear death you don't believe it,

because living, I mean, weighs heavier.

II

Let's say you're seriously ill, need surgery--

which is to say we might not get

from the white table.

Even though it's impossible not to feel sad

about going a little too soon,

we'll still laugh at the jokes being told,

we'll look out the window to see it's raining,

or still wait anxiously

for the latest newscast ...

Let's say we're at the front--

for something worth fighting for, say.

There, in the first offensive, on that very day,

we might fall on our face, dead.

We'll know this with a curious anger,

but we'll still worry ourselves to death

about the outcome of the war, which could last years.

Let's say we're in prison

and close to fifty,

and we have eighteen more years, say,

before the iron doors will open.

We'll still live with the outside,

with its people and animals, struggle and wind--

I mean with the outside beyond the walls.

I mean, however and wherever we are,

we must live as if we will never die.

III

This earth will grow cold,

a star among stars

and one of the smallest,

a gilded mote on blue velvet--

I mean this, our great earth.

This earth will grow cold one day,

not like a block of ice

or a dead cloud even

but like an empty walnut it will roll along

in pitch-black space ...

You must grieve for this right now

--you have to feel this sorrow now--

for the world must be loved this much

if you're going to say "I lived" ...

Trans. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk (1993)

Nazim Hikmet

I want to make this world more joyful! Together with you!!!!

Sky Art.

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this is a painting i recreated from childhood i drew and colored it when i was 10 and it was just with color pencil i didn't have paint i knew i would always want to paint it so a year ago i recreated almost the exact same picture from memory. the two rich men are having a good time with out a care in the world , but they don't realize that the world is on fire and they are about to die.

Acrylic Gesso, craft paper and pigment ink pen on postal sticker.

"There's too much blood in my caffeine system."

One of a set of images produced with the assistance of math functions (not AI) where the numbers are part of a mutation of the base image into an unexpected result.

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she was walking. a simple act, a straight line from one point to another. then, the wall spoke. a painted man, kicking at the sun with joyful abandon. she paused, her head turned, the forward motion interrupted by a question. art is a question asked of a passerby. sometimes, they stop to consider an answer. then, the walking continues.

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There's a spot along the Tuolumne River where, late in the day, the light from the reflected rocks and trees create these wild colors. That is, if you know where to look!

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