Street art | De malinha pronta
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
HENRY WARD BEECHER
Art is a line around your thoughts.
GUSTAV KLIMT




Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet.
PAUL KLEE
Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.
PABLO PICASSO
Photos : Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Source: Street art | De malinha pronta
Now – normabobb
We live in the here and now. Now is all we can lay claim to. Yesterday has gone, tomorrow is an illusion. It is only in the now that we can make a positive difference in the lives of every living entity in this Universe. We are the Order we seek in these tumultuous times.
© Norma Bobb-Semple 2024
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Revisiting a Reminder: Don’t Count Me Out | From Behind the Pen
Image Credit: kai Stachowiak
The song Cher sang, “You Haven’t Seen the Last of Me,” from the movie “Burlesque” is one of my battle cry songs. To all of you who feel like you’ve been brought down to your knees, to the point of breaking (I am included), I employ you to stand up, straighten your back, and fight for the self-preservation of your mind, body, and spirit. When they count you out, no matter who “they” may be, count yourself in. You are a Warrior!
Winning the battle
Adamant
Rising to the occasion
Resolute
Introspection and examination
Overcoming obstacles
Running with determination
Originally published on From Behind the Pen (July 20, 2022)
Source: Revisiting a Reminder: Don’t Count Me Out | From Behind the Pen
Street art | De malinha pronta
Why do you try to understand art? Do you try to understand the song of a bird?
PABLO PICASSO


A heart without dreams is like a bird without feathers.
SUZY KASSEM
Photos: Filipa Moreira da Cruz
Source: Street art | De malinha pronta
Universe – Raffaello Palandri’s Blog
As we are made of the very same elements of the Universe, we should embrace this interconnection and use our Energy to live, love, and grow.

Da ‘Toons Tell Da Story! | Filosofa’s Word
As usual, the cartoonists have been busy this week!!! It used to take me a couple of weeks to collect enough really good ones for a post, but now … my proverbial cup runneth over! I can onl…
Red against green | Kamerapromenader
“The Cigarette Girl” by Dawn Pisturoni – MasticadoresUsa // Editor: Barbara Leonhard //

An unlit cigarette dangled carelessly from her mouth. Dark eyes glowed with ecstasy As pointed fingernails dug furiously into her palm. She inhaled sharply with each bloody gouge, Enjoying the pain and sight of blood Running onto the concrete floor. She was known in the neighborhood as The Cigarette Girl Because she never smoked the damned things But liked the taste of nicotine Hanging on her tongue. It was cool, she thought, Like a female version of Marlon Brando Or Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper, Riding their bikes outside the law And giving it to the Man. She liked the smell of black leather And how it felt against her skin. She was a bad girl, all right, And her parents knew it. She was marching to the beat of her own drum, they thought, And shouldn’t be steered in another direction Until the voices in her head forced her to change. She wrote poetry with a black marker On the walls of her basement prison And spoke in unintelligible words To the rats she kept as pets. The drum never changed its rhythm, The voices never changed their tune, The Cigarette Girl never stopped chewing on that damned cigarette. Copyright © 2024 Dawn Pisturino All Rights Reserved
Source: “The Cigarette Girl” by Dawn Pisturoni – MasticadoresUsa // Editor: Barbara Leonhard //
The earth isn’t dying it’s being killed and those who are killing it have names and addresses | STREET ART UTOPIA
Who is the artist? On the climate crisis from 2015.
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