Frida Kahlo Viva la vidaFrida Kahlo The Two FridasFrida Kahlo Girl with Death Mask
leaves altogether and into the open sky.
And no matter how she struggled, she could make no headway. The force that carried her out was as smooth and powerful as water pouring over a weir; the particles of Dust were streaming along as if they, too, were pouring over some invisible edge.
And carrying her away in her muscles as she pulled herself up a rock face. The delicate dancing of her fingers on a computer keyboard. The smell of roasting Coffee. The warmth of her bed on a winter night.
And gradually she stopped moving; the lifeline held fast, and she felt the weight and strength of the current pushing against her as she hung there in the sky.
And then a strange thing happened. Little by little (as she reinforced those sense-memories, adding others, tasting an iced margarita in California, sitting under the lemon trees outside a from her body.She flung a mental lifeline to that physical self, and tried to recall the feeling of being in it: all the sensations that made up being alive. The exact touch of her friend Atal's soft-tipped trunk caressing her neck. The taste of bacon and eggs. The triumphant strain
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkey
Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with MonkeyFrida Kahlo Diego and FridaPino pino color
He helped her up, and for the first time they looked around at the land where the ghosts were.
They found themselves on a great plain that extended far ahead into the mist. The light by which they saw was a dull self-luminescence that seemed to exist everywhere equally, so that there were no true shadows and no true light, and they all are, everyone that's ever died..."
No doubt it was because she didn't have Pantalaimon anymore, but she clung close to Will's arm, and he was glad she did. The Gallivespians had flown ahead, and he could see their bright little forms darting and skimming over the heads of the ghosts, who looked up and followed them with wonder; but the silence was immense and oppressive, and the gray light filled everything was the same dingy color.Standing on the floor of this huge space were adults and children, ghost people, so many that Lyra couldn't guess their number. At least, most of them were standing, though some were sitting and some lying down listless or asleep. No one was moving about, or running or playing, though many of them turned to look at these new arrivals, with a fearful curiosity in their wide eyes."Ghosts," she whispered. "This is where
He helped her up, and for the first time they looked around at the land where the ghosts were.
They found themselves on a great plain that extended far ahead into the mist. The light by which they saw was a dull self-luminescence that seemed to exist everywhere equally, so that there were no true shadows and no true light, and they all are, everyone that's ever died..."
No doubt it was because she didn't have Pantalaimon anymore, but she clung close to Will's arm, and he was glad she did. The Gallivespians had flown ahead, and he could see their bright little forms darting and skimming over the heads of the ghosts, who looked up and followed them with wonder; but the silence was immense and oppressive, and the gray light filled everything was the same dingy color.Standing on the floor of this huge space were adults and children, ghost people, so many that Lyra couldn't guess their number. At least, most of them were standing, though some were sitting and some lying down listless or asleep. No one was moving about, or running or playing, though many of them turned to look at these new arrivals, with a fearful curiosity in their wide eyes."Ghosts," she whispered. "This is where
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Jack Vettriano Her Secret Life II
Jack Vettriano Her Secret Life IIJack Vettriano Heat WaveJack Vettriano Heartbreak Hotel
Lord Asriel turned to Mrs. Coulter.
"Lyra? Frankly, I don't care," he said, his voice quiet and hoarse. "The wretched child should have stayed where she was put, and done what she was told. I can't waste any more time or resources on her; if she refuses to be helped, let her ; impulsive, dishonest, greedy...”
"Brave, generous, loving."
"A perfectly ordinary child, distinguished by nothing...” "Perfectly ordinary? Lyra? She's unique. Think of what she's done already. Dislike her if you will, Asriel, but don't you dare patronize your daughter. And she was safe with me, until...”
"You're right," he said, getting up. "She is unique. To have tamed and softened you, that's no deal with the consequences.""You don't mean that, Asriel, or you wouldn't have…""I mean every word of it. The fuss she's caused is out of all proportion to her merits. An ordinary English girl, not very clever...”"She is!" said Mrs. Coulter."All right; bright but not intellectual
Lord Asriel turned to Mrs. Coulter.
"Lyra? Frankly, I don't care," he said, his voice quiet and hoarse. "The wretched child should have stayed where she was put, and done what she was told. I can't waste any more time or resources on her; if she refuses to be helped, let her ; impulsive, dishonest, greedy...”
"Brave, generous, loving."
"A perfectly ordinary child, distinguished by nothing...” "Perfectly ordinary? Lyra? She's unique. Think of what she's done already. Dislike her if you will, Asriel, but don't you dare patronize your daughter. And she was safe with me, until...”
"You're right," he said, getting up. "She is unique. To have tamed and softened you, that's no deal with the consequences.""You don't mean that, Asriel, or you wouldn't have…""I mean every word of it. The fuss she's caused is out of all proportion to her merits. An ordinary English girl, not very clever...”"She is!" said Mrs. Coulter."All right; bright but not intellectual
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Pablo Picasso Three Women
Pablo Picasso Three WomenPablo Picasso Seated BatherPablo Picasso Mandolin and Guitar
of the settlement, calling the young ones. Within a minute all the mulefa were ready to flee.
Atal, her friend, called: Mary! Mary! Come! Tualapil Tualapi!
It had all happened so quickly that Mary had hardly moved. The white sails by this time had already entered the river, easily making as she fled, they had powerful legs: no wonder they had moved so fast on the waterheadway against the current. Mary was impressed by the discipline of the sailors: they tacked so swiftly, the sails moving together like a flock of starlings, all changing direction simultaneously. And they were so beautiful, those snow white slender sails, bending and dipping and filling...There were forty of them, at least, and they were coming upriver much more swiftly than she'd thought. But she saw no crew on board, and then she realized that they weren't boats at all: they were gigantic birds, and the sails were their wings, one fore and one aft, held upright and flexed and trimmed by the power of their own muscles.There was no time to stop and study them, because they had already reached the bank, and were climbing out. They had necks like swans, and beaks as long as her forearm. Their wings were twice as tall as she was, and, she glanced back, frightened now, over her shoulder
of the settlement, calling the young ones. Within a minute all the mulefa were ready to flee.
Atal, her friend, called: Mary! Mary! Come! Tualapil Tualapi!
It had all happened so quickly that Mary had hardly moved. The white sails by this time had already entered the river, easily making as she fled, they had powerful legs: no wonder they had moved so fast on the waterheadway against the current. Mary was impressed by the discipline of the sailors: they tacked so swiftly, the sails moving together like a flock of starlings, all changing direction simultaneously. And they were so beautiful, those snow white slender sails, bending and dipping and filling...There were forty of them, at least, and they were coming upriver much more swiftly than she'd thought. But she saw no crew on board, and then she realized that they weren't boats at all: they were gigantic birds, and the sails were their wings, one fore and one aft, held upright and flexed and trimmed by the power of their own muscles.There was no time to stop and study them, because they had already reached the bank, and were climbing out. They had necks like swans, and beaks as long as her forearm. Their wings were twice as tall as she was, and, she glanced back, frightened now, over her shoulder
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Marc Chagall Adam and Eve
Marc Chagall Adam and EveMarc Chagall La MarieePaul Gauguin Yellow Christ
holding them off when he could easily have escaped. King Iorek, I am wretched with remorse."
"Where did this happen?" said Iorek Byrnison.
"In another world. This will take me some time to tell."
"Then begin."
She told him what Lee Scoresby had set out to do: to find the man who had been known as Stanislaus Grumman. She told him about how the barrier between the worlds had been breached by Lord Asriel, and about some of the consequences; the melting of the ice, for example. She told of the witch Ruta Skadi's flight after the angels, and she tried to describe those flying beings to the bear-king as Ruta had described them to her: the light that shone on them, the crystalline clarity of their appearance, the richness of their wisdom.
Then she described what she had found when she answered Lee's call.
"I put a spell on his , and then said, "I shall go to Lee Scoresby. And then I must go south."
"South?"
"The ice has gone from these lands. I have been thinking about this, Serafina Pekkalabody to preserve it from corruption," she told him. "It will last until you see him, if you wish to do that. But I am troubled by this, King Iorek. Troubled by everything, but mostly by this.""Where is the child?""I left her with my sisters, because I had to answer Lee's call.""In that same world?""Yes, the same.""How can I get there from here?"She explained. Iorek Byrnison listened expressionlessly
holding them off when he could easily have escaped. King Iorek, I am wretched with remorse."
"Where did this happen?" said Iorek Byrnison.
"In another world. This will take me some time to tell."
"Then begin."
She told him what Lee Scoresby had set out to do: to find the man who had been known as Stanislaus Grumman. She told him about how the barrier between the worlds had been breached by Lord Asriel, and about some of the consequences; the melting of the ice, for example. She told of the witch Ruta Skadi's flight after the angels, and she tried to describe those flying beings to the bear-king as Ruta had described them to her: the light that shone on them, the crystalline clarity of their appearance, the richness of their wisdom.
Then she described what she had found when she answered Lee's call.
"I put a spell on his , and then said, "I shall go to Lee Scoresby. And then I must go south."
"South?"
"The ice has gone from these lands. I have been thinking about this, Serafina Pekkalabody to preserve it from corruption," she told him. "It will last until you see him, if you wish to do that. But I am troubled by this, King Iorek. Troubled by everything, but mostly by this.""Where is the child?""I left her with my sisters, because I had to answer Lee's call.""In that same world?""Yes, the same.""How can I get there from here?"She explained. Iorek Byrnison listened expressionlessly
Monday, January 12, 2009
Frida Kahlo Naturaleza viva
Frida Kahlo Naturaleza vivaFrida Kahlo MemoryFrida Kahlo Me and My Parrots
was sold off by the government as part of a campaign to streamline the state sector. The new owners absorbed more than 2,000 workers, , the company persuaded Tang to take early retirement in exchange for a cash buyout from his $100-a-month job, together with outright ownership of the sunny apartment where he and Yu lived. Back in the early '80s, when Tang began work, the government was the nation's landlord. Now he was a Homeowner. That was one reform he could welcome.
Even so, the marriage suffered. Tang and Yu began quarreling, as out-of-work couples often do. By 2004, their fights were the talk of the neighborhood. Tang reportedly accused Yu of cheating on him; sometimes he would hit her, according including Tang and Yu, pledging to honor all salary, pension, housing and medical-insurance deals.But everything was changing. Tang's new bosses began shutting down the old, unprofitable production lines. After years as a skilled machine-tool operator, Tang was reassigned to be a common guard at the factory gate. Yu was laid off in 2003; by that December
was sold off by the government as part of a campaign to streamline the state sector. The new owners absorbed more than 2,000 workers, , the company persuaded Tang to take early retirement in exchange for a cash buyout from his $100-a-month job, together with outright ownership of the sunny apartment where he and Yu lived. Back in the early '80s, when Tang began work, the government was the nation's landlord. Now he was a Homeowner. That was one reform he could welcome.
Even so, the marriage suffered. Tang and Yu began quarreling, as out-of-work couples often do. By 2004, their fights were the talk of the neighborhood. Tang reportedly accused Yu of cheating on him; sometimes he would hit her, according including Tang and Yu, pledging to honor all salary, pension, housing and medical-insurance deals.But everything was changing. Tang's new bosses began shutting down the old, unprofitable production lines. After years as a skilled machine-tool operator, Tang was reassigned to be a common guard at the factory gate. Yu was laid off in 2003; by that December
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Thomas Moran Entrance to the Grand Canal, Venice
Thomas Moran Entrance to the Grand Canal, VeniceJean Francois Millet The Walk to WorkJean Francois Millet The Angelus
This technique is definitely one of the most enjoyable ever.Here's What You Need:One porch swing.Here's How You Do It:If you are able to, adjust the height of the porch swing so that the seat iseven with the height of your man's penis.Get your man naked. You, too.Sit in the porch swing and move forward so that your vagina is This is the infamous Altoid technique. Need we say more?Here's What You Need:One mint.Here's How You Do It:Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back.Place the mint in your mouth and let it partially dissolve.Pleasure your man orally, pausing frequently to blow a small stream ofair over the head and shaft of your man's penis (this will create anamazing cooling sensation).Continue until he achieves a curiously strong orgasm.PAGEeven withthe edge of the seat.Have your man enter you.Raise your legs up and let them rest on his shoulders.Have your man grasp the edge of the swing with his hands and rock youback and forth on his penis. This is incredibly relaxing and makes for amost satisfying orgasm.
This technique is definitely one of the most enjoyable ever.Here's What You Need:One porch swing.Here's How You Do It:If you are able to, adjust the height of the porch swing so that the seat iseven with the height of your man's penis.Get your man naked. You, too.Sit in the porch swing and move forward so that your vagina is This is the infamous Altoid technique. Need we say more?Here's What You Need:One mint.Here's How You Do It:Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back.Place the mint in your mouth and let it partially dissolve.Pleasure your man orally, pausing frequently to blow a small stream ofair over the head and shaft of your man's penis (this will create anamazing cooling sensation).Continue until he achieves a curiously strong orgasm.PAGEeven withthe edge of the seat.Have your man enter you.Raise your legs up and let them rest on his shoulders.Have your man grasp the edge of the swing with his hands and rock youback and forth on his penis. This is incredibly relaxing and makes for amost satisfying orgasm.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Andy Warhol Mount Vesuvius
Andy Warhol Mount VesuviusAndy Warhol MarilynAndy Warhol Marilyn Monroe Pink
'Dora' was a depressed and "hysterical" seventeen-year-old (not eighteen, as Freud claimed) who reluctantly came to Sigmund because of problems involving friends of the family, Mr. and Mrs. K.
Dora was upset because (1) Mr. K. obviously wanted a piece of her and had even made passes at her when she was thirteen and of Crews' book declared the Freudian Revolution dead, that revolution is still reverberating throughout the educations of today’s sexologists.
The Freudian (addictive) cycleIt is worth noting that Freud’s own reward circuitry (in the brain) was apparently out of balance. He used cocaine for years, and publicly touted its supposed benefits, even claiming that it could cure addiction to morphine. sixteen, and (2) she rightly believed that her father and Mrs. K. were getting it on. The good doctor immediately sussed what was really happening: Not only was Dora in love with Mr. K., she also wanted to give her father a blowjob and hop into the sack with Mrs. K. Not surprisingly, Dora thought this was a load of crap and abruptly quit seeing Freud after eleven weeks. She was still a mess when she died.Although an impressed reviewer
'Dora' was a depressed and "hysterical" seventeen-year-old (not eighteen, as Freud claimed) who reluctantly came to Sigmund because of problems involving friends of the family, Mr. and Mrs. K.
Dora was upset because (1) Mr. K. obviously wanted a piece of her and had even made passes at her when she was thirteen and of Crews' book declared the Freudian Revolution dead, that revolution is still reverberating throughout the educations of today’s sexologists.
The Freudian (addictive) cycleIt is worth noting that Freud’s own reward circuitry (in the brain) was apparently out of balance. He used cocaine for years, and publicly touted its supposed benefits, even claiming that it could cure addiction to morphine. sixteen, and (2) she rightly believed that her father and Mrs. K. were getting it on. The good doctor immediately sussed what was really happening: Not only was Dora in love with Mr. K., she also wanted to give her father a blowjob and hop into the sack with Mrs. K. Not surprisingly, Dora thought this was a load of crap and abruptly quit seeing Freud after eleven weeks. She was still a mess when she died.Although an impressed reviewer
Monday, January 5, 2009
Jack Vettriano Bird on the Wire
Jack Vettriano Bird on the WireJack Vettriano Big Bert's Favourite GirlJack Vettriano Between Darkness and Dawn
While the trusting lad was listening to her fibs, the others were discussing which form of execution would be the most practical and the least dangerous. The Bull suggested a good butt with the horns; the Beech offered his highest branch to hang the little Children on; and the Ivy was already preparing the slip-knot! The Fir-tree was willing to give "That honour falls to you, our King!" said the Fir-tree.
"Alas, I am too old!" replied the Oak. "I am blind and infirm! To you, my evergreen brother, be the glory, in my place, of striking the decisive blow that shall set us free."
But the Fir-tree declined the honour on the pretext that he was already to have the pleasure of burying the two victims and that he was afraid of arousing jealousy. He suggested the Beech, as owning the best club. the four planks for the coffin and the Cypress the perpetual grant of a tomb. "By far the simplest way," whispered the Willow, "would be to drown them in one of my rivers." And the Pig grunted between his teeth: "In my opinion, the great thing would be to eat the little girl…. She ought to be very tender…" "Silence!" roared the Oak. "What we have to decide is which of us shall have the honour of striking the first blow!"
While the trusting lad was listening to her fibs, the others were discussing which form of execution would be the most practical and the least dangerous. The Bull suggested a good butt with the horns; the Beech offered his highest branch to hang the little Children on; and the Ivy was already preparing the slip-knot! The Fir-tree was willing to give "That honour falls to you, our King!" said the Fir-tree.
"Alas, I am too old!" replied the Oak. "I am blind and infirm! To you, my evergreen brother, be the glory, in my place, of striking the decisive blow that shall set us free."
But the Fir-tree declined the honour on the pretext that he was already to have the pleasure of burying the two victims and that he was afraid of arousing jealousy. He suggested the Beech, as owning the best club. the four planks for the coffin and the Cypress the perpetual grant of a tomb. "By far the simplest way," whispered the Willow, "would be to drown them in one of my rivers." And the Pig grunted between his teeth: "In my opinion, the great thing would be to eat the little girl…. She ought to be very tender…" "Silence!" roared the Oak. "What we have to decide is which of us shall have the honour of striking the first blow!"
Friday, January 2, 2009
Abrishami Delighful Dance
Abrishami Delighful DanceAbrishami Daylight DreamAbrishami Color of PassionAbrishami Closer Hearts
Near them on the floor lay several rather ugly men who had been hit about the head with some heavy design awards. Half a mile away, four figures pounded up a corridor looking for a way out. They emerged into a wide open-planglanced about wildly. "Which way do you reckon Zaphod?" said Ford. "At a wild guess, I'd say down here," said Zaphod, running off As the others started after him he was brought up short by a Kill-O-Zap energy bolt that cracked through the air inches in front of him and fried a small section of adjacent wall. A voice on a loud hailer said, "OK Beeblebrox, hold it right there. We've got you covered." "Cops!" hissed Zaphod, and span around in a crouch. "You want to try a guess at all, Ford?" "OK, this way," said Ford, and the four of them ran down a gangway between At the end of the gangway appeared a heavily armoured and space- suited figure waving a vicious Kill-O-Zap gun. "We don't want to shoot you, Beeblebrox!" shouted the figure. "Suits me fine!" shouted Zaphod back and dived down a wide gap between two data process units. The others swerved in behind and the wall. They held their breath and waited. Suddenly the air exploded with energy bolts as both the cops opened fire on them simultaneously. "Hey, they're shooting at us," said Arthur, crouching in a tight ball, "I thought they said they didn't want to do that."
Near them on the floor lay several rather ugly men who had been hit about the head with some heavy design awards. Half a mile away, four figures pounded up a corridor looking for a way out. They emerged into a wide open-planglanced about wildly. "Which way do you reckon Zaphod?" said Ford. "At a wild guess, I'd say down here," said Zaphod, running off As the others started after him he was brought up short by a Kill-O-Zap energy bolt that cracked through the air inches in front of him and fried a small section of adjacent wall. A voice on a loud hailer said, "OK Beeblebrox, hold it right there. We've got you covered." "Cops!" hissed Zaphod, and span around in a crouch. "You want to try a guess at all, Ford?" "OK, this way," said Ford, and the four of them ran down a gangway between At the end of the gangway appeared a heavily armoured and space- suited figure waving a vicious Kill-O-Zap gun. "We don't want to shoot you, Beeblebrox!" shouted the figure. "Suits me fine!" shouted Zaphod back and dived down a wide gap between two data process units. The others swerved in behind and the wall. They held their breath and waited. Suddenly the air exploded with energy bolts as both the cops opened fire on them simultaneously. "Hey, they're shooting at us," said Arthur, crouching in a tight ball, "I thought they said they didn't want to do that."
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