Death and a Woman Struggling for a Child - Kathe Kollwitz, 1911
Shin Taga (b. 1946, Hokkaido, Japan) - Yumesakai, 1985 Etchings
if i could materialize my soul you would see it shatter from the sheer depth of your gaze. the fractals that remain would reflect only hapless compassion. through our disposition there exists the will to excel—a negative harvesting a positive, a vessel of strength with the hope to one day vanquish your hell. dreams of ethereal beings, of synergy unbounded, manifest through the streams of your energy. i am surrounded, my body is relinquished as our particles unite. i drift endlessly with you.
mmmmblocking out the haters
Like seriously, why isn’t pole dancing an olympic sport? This is freakin gymnastics. This is strength and skill. This is not sexual whatsoever. Why does pole dancing have to be so stigmatised as a sexual thing that only strippers do? I have great respect for all people who can pull this off. This is art and beauty right here.
Yet again: strippers invented this shit, okay? The act and art of performing gymnastics on a pole, no; what the vast majority of the Western world thinks of when they think of “pole dancing”, yes; what is pictured directly above, yes.
Stop associating stripping with stigma. Stop encouraging the belief that something can’t be sexual in origin and still impressive, or that things created by sex workers can’t be art.
Pole dancing is associated with stripping because strippers were the ones who created it. Full stop. The end. And none of that should decrease your admiration for it the single slightest bit.
^^^ THAT COMMENT RIGHT THERE. YES.
What would your 10-year-old self say if they saw you now?
This is the most deep thing I’ve ever seen in my entire fucking life!!!
I will reblog this every time i see it no matter what happens.
Photoset reblogged from "Dance is the hidden language of the soul."-Graham with 12,474 notes
When you first set eyes on Japan-born, Berlin-based artist Chiharu Shiota's work, you aren't sure if you're looking at an installation or a dark charcoal illustration. Though the piece echoes sketch-like imagery, it is in fact an installation piece involving a burnt piano in a room ravaged by black wool. The work known as In Silence is inspired by Shiota’s own traumatic memories as a child, having witnessed her neighbor’s house burn down. The charred piano is a direct memory of her neighbor’s grand piano blazed up in smoke.
There is a melancholic aura that hovers throughout the incinerated room filled with singed furniture. The miles of thread woven in, around, and through each item within the space adds a feeling of entrapment. The way it engulfs the room’s furnishings encapsulates the destructive and overwhelming nature of flames that have possessed one’s material properties.
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