Breakfast after the Carnival, Berlin, 1960.
Will McBride.
La pintura hiperrealista de Lee Price.
Desnudos y comida en la bañera.
(via youandiareintertwined)
"
You do not always know what I am feeling.
Last night in the warm spring air while I was
blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t
interest
me, it was love for you that set me
afire,
and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of
strangers my most tender feelings
writhe and
bear the fruit of screaming. Put out your hand,
isn’t there
an ashtray, suddenly, there? beside
the bed? And someone you love enters the room
and says wouldn’t
you like the eggs a little
different today?
And when they arrive they are
just plain scrambled eggs and the warm weather
is holding.
— For Grace, After A Party - Frank O’Hara
"‘When I look at a thing, it isn’t love of reality, or feeling for objects or people, or love or death or anything like that that I’m trying to express. It’s the looking itself that interests me.’"
— Larry Rivers
Oh Light, Rebecca Farr, paper collage, 2011.
