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Picasso in his studio.

Picasso in his studio.

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surrealism:


One Gun, One Rose, Two Moths by Eugenia Loli, 2014. Digital collage.

surrealism:

One Gun, One Rose, Two Moths by Eugenia Loli, 2014. Digital collage.


Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.
Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait    (via budddha)

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dwnsy:

Frida Kahlo (1907.07.06-1954.07.13)

dwnsy:

Frida Kahlo (1907.07.06-1954.07.13)

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suammetuit:

art meme: spring and winter in paris

“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.” ― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

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