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prints that can be hung in your kitchen, such as this beautiful golden print on canvas stretched of Klimt, called The Expectation
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Because -even nowdays- there is something magical and old-fashioned on Mailboxes....
Starbucks’s Pink Drink is so 2016, so it’s only natural that there’s a new secret-menu drink taking over. The Matcha Pink Drink, which is a combination of the Pink Drink and matcha-infused coconut milk, reveals an eye-catching ombré effect in the clear cup . . . well, maybe....
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'words of expectation': eyechart made from the mark e. smith typeface; part of the 'paintwork' exhibition at the gallery praxis hagen, berlin may 2006
featured: james smith (left) & paul wilson (right)
After all this time
Without the sun
Spring arrives. The soul’s
Avidity.
Heart’s expectation.
When it arrives—
Desire fulfilled.
Playing with words
Five and four beats
Old cigarette ads such as this one would use catchphrases to influence the expectations of the buyer. This created a placebo effect within the buyer encouraging them to smoke more.
scan from 22x22cm print. pinhole 6x6, Ilford HP5+ in microphen 1+4 30min.
sorry for the bad scan quality.
I have always adored pandas. I don't know why but as a kid, I was obsessed with them. This cutout is included in my own homemade artist's book. It is part journal, part depository of ideas, and part practice book. The background is painted in watercolor crayons. The background is light enough to mimic the normal expectation of a white and black panda bear. Also, who can't resist a mother (or father) animal with a child. The page is 5.5 inches by 6.25 inhces.
Expectation of Clarity
Holding knowledge of you, in cupped hand
like one hundred pomegranate seeds
lazily consuming each one, before
they drop through forgetful fingers
Listening to you, a collective breath of child song,
stripped from one thousand bells.
secrets bound into verse, aroused.
tangled in fables banqueting
upon the tattered edges of authenticity
Take me in or spit me out
release me, from locked box of yesterdays
a caged bird, unaware that the sky
is not there to tantalize, but to offer freedom
if unforgiving eyes dare smile
but then again, maybe you are that smile or
time bound on wrists of men
a twenty dollar bill in the hand of John
along the way, I have forgot or
have been forgotten
Carole-Lyn Phoenix © 2007
I saw a little girl just a time I drove my motorbike around Vung Tau city in a day in 2005. I was beautiful scene when I thought like she is waiting for her boyfriend.