November 7, 2012
australianarchaeologyblog:

Central Australian decorated Stone Knives. Quartzite Stone Blade with Decorated Wooden Handle. Museum Victoria. These set of knives were produced by the Warumangu people (Tennant Creek) and collected by Baldwin Spencer in the early 1900s.

australianarchaeologyblog:

Central Australian decorated Stone Knives. Quartzite Stone Blade with Decorated Wooden Handle. Museum Victoria. These set of knives were produced by the Warumangu people (Tennant Creek) and collected by Baldwin Spencer in the early 1900s.

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November 7, 2012
paperphilia:

miguelgomezlosada:

Paisajes encuadernados Óleo / papel, cuerda, 18 x 13 cmMiguel Gómez Losada 2003

Landscapes bound.oil, paper, string.
This is lovely.

paperphilia:

miguelgomezlosada:

Paisajes encuadernados
Óleo / papel, cuerda, 18 x 13 cm
Miguel Gómez Losada 2003

Landscapes bound.
oil, paper, string.

This is lovely.

(via artpropelled)

November 7, 2012
nuqnuq:

Amber Alexander

nuqnuq:

Amber Alexander

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November 7, 2012
"The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful."

— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via penseesduchoeur)

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November 7, 2012
roundtheplace:

Fragments of Winter

roundtheplace:

Fragments of Winter

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November 7, 2012
tetedecaboche:

96P30-23 ¬

linda vachon / tête de caboche

tetedecaboche:

96P30-23 ¬

linda vachon / tête de caboche

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November 4, 2012
small book with glass bead
over encaustic landscape
roxanne evans stout

small book with glass bead

over encaustic landscape

roxanne evans stout

September 16, 2012
"I lounge on the grass, that’s all. So simple. Then I lie back until I am inside the cloud that is just above me but very high, and shaped like a fish. Or, perhaps not. Then I enter the place of not-thinking, not-remembering, not-wanting. When the blue jay cries out his riddle, in his carping voice, I return. But I go back, the threshold is always near. Over and back, over and back. Then I rise. Maybe I rub my face as though I have been asleep. But I have not been asleep. I have been, as I say, inside the cloud, or perhaps, the lily floating on the water. Then I go back to town, to my own house, my own life, which has now become brighter and simpler, somewhere I have never been before."

Mary Oliver

(via creating-stories-collection)

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September 15, 2012

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September 15, 2012
ghost-man-blues:

Raven and Deer

ghost-man-blues:

Raven and Deer

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