Edward John Poynter, On the Terrace, (1889)

Botticelli’s Venus as part of a slide show on buildings during the Festival of Lights in Lyon, France.


Emily Blincoe: Color-coded photography

We’ve already featured talented Austin-based photographer Emily Blincoe a couple of times on iGNANT. Her output is amazingly creative and never fails to make us smile. Emily is probably best known for her color-coded arrangements.

For her latest works she collected color permutation of tomatoes, oranges, eggs, ice cream and leaves and sorted them into groups and gradients for each image

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(When Are You Going Back Home?)
Descent/ConsentClare Yow

"I hear your name
rhyming, rhyming,
rhyming with everything."

- Carol Ann Duffy, “Name” (via petrichour)

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The clouds today looked so soft.

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Klaus Leidorf

"And the night smells like snow.
Walking home for a moment
you almost believe you could start again.
And an intense love rushes to your heart,
and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable."

- Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence (via petrichour)

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Friedrich Von Amerling, Reading Girl (detail)

"Like a stranger and an outcast, I move among them not one of their words or looks reaches me any longer. I am dumb for no one understands my speech ah, but they never did understand me! Or does the same fate bear the same burden on its soul? It is terrible to be condemned to silence when one has so much to say […] Was I made for solitude or for a life in which there was no one to whom I could speak? The inability to communicate one’s thoughts is in very truth the most terrible of all kinds of loneliness."

- Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)

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