“One thing I know, rather than just believe, is that making art, if you love it, is an inherently valuable way to spend our time on the planet.”— Valerie Laken
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Proudly living the selfish years.
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”— Anaïs Nin
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(Fuente: goodquoteco)
if you are reading this, something good will happen to you very soon, don’t give up
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“Remedios Varo (Spanish, 1908-1963), El hombre de la guadaña (Muerte en el mercado) [The Man with the Scythe (Death in the market)], 1947. Gouache, 24.8 x 19.7 cm.
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Remedios Varo (Spanish, 1908-1963), El hombre de la guadaña (Muerte en el mercado) [The Man with the Scythe (Death in the market)], 1947. Gouache, 24.8 x 19.7 cm.