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i am my own
secret garden
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· May 6
i don't know
half prayer, half chant
to every secret thing
cathedral of unseen
altar of the imagined
to every question without
answer... the softest
echo that transforms
life into living
half prayer, half chant
to every secret thing
cathedral of unseen
altar of the imagined
to every question without
answer... the softest
echo that transforms
life into living
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December 13, 2025 at 6:45 PM
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Inuk artist Kenojuak Ashevak designed this stained gjass window at John Bell Chapel of Appleby College in Oakville (Ontario) near Toronto (Canada) #Womensart
December 14, 2025 at 5:27 AM
Inuk artist Kenojuak Ashevak designed this stained gjass window at John Bell Chapel of Appleby College in Oakville (Ontario) near Toronto (Canada) #Womensart
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'Wish I had a river' by contemporary printmaker Fiona Watson #WomensArt
December 13, 2025 at 6:05 AM
'Wish I had a river' by contemporary printmaker Fiona Watson #WomensArt
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Girl in the East Wind with Ravens Passing the Moon, 1893 by Glasgow School artist Frances MacDonald #WomensArt
October 7, 2025 at 7:24 AM
Girl in the East Wind with Ravens Passing the Moon, 1893 by Glasgow School artist Frances MacDonald #WomensArt
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You don’t want to hear the story
of my life, & anyway
I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it’s the same old story -
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.
Mostly, I want to be kind...
~ Mary Oliver
#Art, Kawase Hasui
of my life, & anyway
I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it’s the same old story -
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.
Mostly, I want to be kind...
~ Mary Oliver
#Art, Kawase Hasui
October 10, 2025 at 8:23 AM
You don’t want to hear the story
of my life, & anyway
I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it’s the same old story -
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.
Mostly, I want to be kind...
~ Mary Oliver
#Art, Kawase Hasui
of my life, & anyway
I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it’s the same old story -
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.
Mostly, I want to be kind...
~ Mary Oliver
#Art, Kawase Hasui
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with me always...
stars, moon, sky
stars, moon, sky
December 15, 2025 at 3:22 AM
with me always...
stars, moon, sky
stars, moon, sky
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Dan May
eternal flame
eternal flame
December 5, 2024 at 8:46 PM
Dan May
eternal flame
eternal flame
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Eastern Bluebird
Delicate beauty...
Delicate beauty...
December 13, 2025 at 8:09 PM
Eastern Bluebird
Delicate beauty...
Delicate beauty...
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Paul Evans
Winter Sun
Winter Sun
December 13, 2025 at 2:25 PM
Paul Evans
Winter Sun
Winter Sun
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Ángel Zárraga (Mexican, 1886-1946)
“La Poétesse” 1917
“La Poétesse” 1917
December 12, 2025 at 6:42 AM
Ángel Zárraga (Mexican, 1886-1946)
“La Poétesse” 1917
“La Poétesse” 1917
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Longing (2010) by Eva Christin Laszka.
Oil on paper.
Oil on paper.
December 13, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Longing (2010) by Eva Christin Laszka.
Oil on paper.
Oil on paper.
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.
ꜰʀᴀɴᴄɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟᴇʀ
ꜰʀᴀɴᴄɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟᴇʀ
December 13, 2025 at 6:47 PM
ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴀᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.
ꜰʀᴀɴᴄɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟᴇʀ
ꜰʀᴀɴᴄɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟᴇʀ
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the eye is
the psyche's
organ of touch
the psyche's
organ of touch
December 13, 2025 at 2:32 PM
the eye is
the psyche's
organ of touch
the psyche's
organ of touch
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Where words leave off, music begins.
― Heinrich Heine
― Heinrich Heine
December 11, 2025 at 4:29 PM
Where words leave off, music begins.
― Heinrich Heine
― Heinrich Heine