art new york
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Interview with Kristy Lynn
The world of dreams is an intrinsic part of ourselves. If we didn’t dream, we would descend into madness. The re-worked, re-shaped manifestations of our sub-consciousness create a potentially limitless number of worlds and experiences in our minds while we sleep. Most importantly, it is a space full of inspiration. However, with pressing matters always on hand these days, have our dreams – a part of ourselves that is so important – been pushed aside, perhaps even dismissed; replaced by thoughts of trying to beat the morning traffic? The boundless space we inhabit while we sleep is a world of processes. Thoughts ceaselessly coursing through our brains. With this concept…
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Blue Snow Flakes by Kristy Lynn
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Francis Bacon: Studies of the Pope
An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie, for an excuse is a lie guarded. Pope John Paul II The latest news in contemporary and modern art in New York, London, Paris and Berlin
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Petroleum: The Purveyor of Peril
I cannot talk about a tomorrow that has not yet happened, I cannot speak of a past that is not already known, what I can address is today and what remains undone now. It is crucial we sustain this dialogue of awareness and conservation past the press hypes because these grim realities need to be addressed and resolved. The latest news in contemporary and modern art in New York, London, Paris and Berlin
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I can’t afford NY..image by Yana Toyber extract from Mark M. Whelan’s short story ‘Escapism’
Next morning he woke up late after an uncomfortable night sleep in his dirty sheets, unrefreshed, unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed. He awoke tired and empty and as he came to realize that the blur in front of him was actually his room. It was quite a large room in the projects yet was always cold and damp, he had tried to disguise the yellowed walls with posters of bands, girls and graffiti. Despite his attempts to improve the room he could not spend much time in there awake and straight; it barely saw the sun and the ceiling was low… the room was like a claustrophobic prison cell. The…
