The Green Stripe - Henri Matisse
Art. Books. Music. Inspiration.
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Chet Baker
Le poète du jazz
You Don’t Know What Love Is — Chet Baker
You don’t know what love is
Until you’ve learned the meaning of the blues
Until you’ve loved a love you had to loose
You don’t know what love isYou don’t know how lips hurt
Until you’ve kissed and had to pay the cost
Until you’ve flipped you’re heart and you have lost
You don’t know what love isDo you know how lost hearts fear
The thought of reminiscing
And how lips tasting of tears
Loose the taste for kissingYou don’t know how hearts yearn
For love that cannot live yet never dies
Until you’ve faced each dawn with sleepless eyes
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A Six Book Wish List:
In no particular order…
- Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick
- Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats by T.S. Elliot
- Miss Peregrine’s Home For Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs
- The Secret Life of Salvador Dali by Salvador Dali
- Timekeeper by Alexandra Monir
- Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green
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Number 11 - Morris Louis
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Morris Louis
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Morris Louis
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Take Your Son Sir! - Ford Madox Brown
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April Love - Arthur Hughes
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The Lady of Shalott - William Holman Hunt
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The Lady of Shalott -John William Waterhouse
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Ophelia - Millais
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Henry Pelham (Boy with a Squirrel) - John Singleton Copley
I’m just taken by the hyper-realism of this painting.
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Gorillaz
Plastic Beach
Rhinestone Eyes - Gorillaz
I’m a scary gargoyle on a tower
That you made with plastic power
Your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away
When the paralytic dreams that we all seem to keep
Drive on engines ‘til they weep
With future pixels in factories far away
So call the mainland from the beach
All parties now washed up in bleach
The waves are rising for this time of year
And nobody knows what to do with the heat
Under sunshine pylons we’ll meet
While rain is falling like rhinestones from the sky
Uh
mmmmMMMMMMMmmmmm…
I got a feeling now my heart is frozen
All the verses and the corrosion
Have been after native in my soul
I prayed on the immovable
Yeah, clinging to the atoms of rocks
Seasons, the adjustments, signs of change
I can’t see now she said taxi
Now red light is all I can take
This dawn brings strange loyalties, and skies
I’m a scary gargoyle on a tower
That you made with plastic power
Your rhinestone eyes are like factories far away
(Here we go again)
(That’s electric)
Uh
(That’s electric)
Helicopters fly over the beach
Same time everyday, same routine
Clear target in the summer when skies are blue
It’s part of the noise when winter comes
It reverberates in my lungs
Nature’s corrupted in factories far away
(Here we go again)
(That’s electric)
Your love’s like rhinestones, falling from the sky
(That’s electric)
With future pixels in factories far away
(Here we go again)
(That’s electric)
Your love’s like rhinestones, falling from the sky
(That’s electric)
With future pixels in factories far away (Here we go again) -
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Adam and Eve Expelled From Paradise - Auguste Rodin
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People are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage. I do know that there is a release, the belated release. A justly or unjustly ruined reputation, poverty, disastrous circumstances, misfortune, they all turn you into a prisoner. You cannot always tell what keeps you confined, what immures you, what seems to bury you, and yet you can feel those elusive bars, railings, walls. Is all this illusion, imagination? I don’t think so. And then one asks: My God! will it be for long, will it be for ever, will it be for eternity?
- Vincent van Gogh, in a letter to his brother Theo, July 1880
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