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Peace River, Alberta.

home/beekeeping. 2014. 35mm

Montreal, Quebec. 2014. 35mm

Detroit, MI. 2014. 35mm

Detroit, MI. 2014. 35mm

Windsor, Ontario. 2014. 35mm

New York, 2014. 35mm

theparisreview:

The waves wash in, warm and salty, leaving your eyebrows white and the edge of your cheekbone. Your ear aches. You are lonely. On the underside of a satin leaf, hot with shade, a scorpion sleeps. And one Sunday I will be shot brushing my teeth. I am a native of this island.
—Frank O’Hara, from “Pearl Harbor”

theparisreview:

The waves wash in, warm and salty,
leaving your eyebrows white and
the edge of your cheekbone. Your ear
aches. You are lonely. On the
underside of a satin leaf, hot
with shade, a scorpion sleeps. And
one Sunday I will be shot brushing
my teeth. I am a native of this island.

Frank O’Hara, from “Pearl Harbor”

(via onehundreddollars)

780distro:

We found a home for our second zine machine! You can visit it at Transcend Coffee on 109 street and 87th avenue. All art is 1.50$ and we are still accepting submissions for this!FYI Edmonton!

780distro:

We found a home for our second zine machine! You can visit it at Transcend Coffee on 109 street and 87th avenue. All art is 1.50$ and we are still accepting submissions for this!


FYI Edmonton!

softpyramid:

Njideka AkunyiliHer Widening Gyre 2011 Charcoal, acrylic, collage and xerox transfers on paper 6 ft. × 4.5 ft.

softpyramid:

Njideka Akunyili
Her Widening Gyre
2011 
Charcoal, acrylic, collage and xerox transfers on paper
6 ft. × 4.5 ft.

(via excdus)

chelseahodson:

Inventory #548: RINE #1
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REGARDING SEVEN AS A GUIDE
I looked you in the eye and demanded accumulation, so the hours melted into a pool and the water flowed over the dam and we made our liquid lives up as we went. You asked for a head count and I said Seven. Seven heads. But I meant chances, I meant if we were cats we could keep living, if not then the waves would overwhelm us. We had our chance. It’s Sunday now. 

chelseahodson:

Inventory #548: RINE #1

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REGARDING SEVEN AS A GUIDE

I looked you in the eye and demanded accumulation, so the hours melted into a pool and the water flowed over the dam and we made our liquid lives up as we went. You asked for a head count and I said Seven. Seven heads. But I meant chances, I meant if we were cats we could keep living, if not then the waves would overwhelm us. We had our chance. It’s Sunday now.