Artists: Stacey Rozich.

One of my favorite artists that I’ve come across in a long time. Check out her tumblr here.

November 20, 2011 • 39 notes
#Stacey Rozich #art #artists #snakes #colors #bears #animals #masks #perfect






Chewing gum art.

Chewing gum art.

November 18, 2011 • 20 notes
#art #street art #colors






November 17, 2011 • 69 notes
#balloons #colors






Tulip Farm in Tasmania. Note the tiny people and cars.

Tulip Farm in Tasmania. Note the tiny people and cars.

November 13, 2011 • 45 notes
#flowers #tulips #colors #nature #farms #pretty






(Source: paoloremedy.com)







November 6, 2011 • 45 notes
#mushrooms #colors #shoes #feet #green






(via pantonevision)

November 2, 2011 • 953 notes
#black and white #colors #photography






October 30, 2011 • 14 notes
#colors #art #architecture






October 29, 2011 • 90 notes
#stairs #colors #pretty






(Source: photoproblem, via ohcalifornia)

October 20, 2011 • 2019 notes
#lovely #nature #colors #thread






October 17, 2011 • 0 notes
#ceramics #colors #pretty






(Source: partytights)

October 7, 2011 282 notes
#Tim Walker #India #colors #orange






Total Mass Retain, 2008 by Jennifer Coates. 

Total Mass Retain, 2008 by Jennifer Coates. 







“The first cup moistens my lips and throat. The second cup breaks my loneliness. The third cup searches my barren entrail but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs. The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration - all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores. At the fifth cup I am purified. The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals. The seventh cup - ah, but I could take no more! I only feel the breath of the cool wind that raises in my sleeves. Where is Elysium? Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither.”

“The first cup moistens my lips and throat. The second cup breaks my loneliness. The third cup searches my barren entrail but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs. The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration - all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores. At the fifth cup I am purified. The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals. The seventh cup - ah, but I could take no more! I only feel the breath of the cool wind that raises in my sleeves. Where is Elysium? Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither.”









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