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We are all looking for fun things in life
There are many things that make us happy and enjoy
A few days ago I was doing something that a friend called me and sent a video
It was so shocking that a little girl of 8 years old lost her legs because of the war and used food cans to go to school
My God is very sad and very unfortunate
What should I do !!
I got in touch with the girl 's father and explained it to me
The other shock is that her father also lost his limbs !!
It is still very difficult and I feel very sad for them
I just wanted to share this with you
I wonder if we feel others and we can do something for them??
You can see the girl through this link

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Being an artist, I love to see work like this for interpretation. Have a wonderful day!

I don't have any tattoos, but if I were to get one, here are some that I would consider on my right arm.

What do we think about the God Neptune

Ainsley Goosebutt had to rush home from work on the Friday if he wasn’t going to be late for his doctor’s appointment. He had a quick shower, made himself a cup of tea and a slice of toast, and was back out of the door within forty minutes.

At the surgery, he took a seat and picked up a magazine to fill the time until his name was called. He didn’t have to wait long. After no more than ten minutes the receptionist ushered him into the consulting room.

“Mister Goosebutt,” said Doctor Hermione Huntington, “please sit down. What can we do for you today?”

“It’s my back,” said Ainsley, “I think I must have strained it; it’s really painful.”

“Could you just stand up and lift your shirt for me,” said the doctor, and proceeded to examine Ainsley’s lower back. “Mmm,” she said. “If you just get undressed and lie on the bench, I think I can do something about that.”

Ainsley stripped down to his underpants and started to climb onto the bench, but no sooner had he lifted one leg onto it than the doctor interrupted him.

“Mister Goosebutt, your underpants.”

Ainsley sheepishly removed his pants and laid face down on the bench, and the doctor began to massage his back. After a few minutes she instructed him to turn over.

“Strange as it sounds," she said, “back pain is very often due to tension in the groin.” She then poured an exotic smelling liquid onto Ainsley’s groin and went about relieving the tension in it. In what seemed like no time at all, Ainsley’s symptoms disappeared and he felt completely free of tension.

“Is that better?” asked doctor Huntington, and Ainsley nodded.

“Same time next week,” enquired the receptionist, when Ainsley emerged from the consulting room.

“Yes,” he replied, “but can I be called in for questioning by Chief Inspector Huntington next time, Please.”

I've been drawing people parts. Eyes and lips mostly-- making them interchangeable. A patchwork that might be called "mixed feelings"...or something.

I started putting them together and taking pics--occasionally sending to anyone wondering what the hell I'm doing all day besides getting high and playing video games. These are in various stages of "progress".










Annoying right? I think that's what my sis thought because she responds with "looking good. Now the nose."

Nose? There are no rules here! I wondered if it bugged her that there was no nose. The lack of order uncomfortable enough to make a subtle demand for completion? I respond with "I'm in no rush. The nose(s) can wait."


Then, and as an older brother should, I made everything right with the world.



Nose: "I ran the whole way!"

*edited for brevity.

What a character! Bold, unambiguous pursuit for pleasure, vivid imagination and lot more. Everytime I watched this movie, it appeared as though something left behind unexplored.


The famous or infamous scene (interrogation@pubic hair), I am reproducing here, is ranked 3rd. in my view, far behind the other two.

"Abstraction" opens up the prospect of an art that, following in the footsteps of pure philosophical inquiry, perhaps symphonic music, and certain expressions of spirituality, finds in geometry not only the new vernacular of the era of industry but also the secret language of the psyche or of our world, or rather, the psyche as the world; an art that is "abstract" inasmuch as it has withdrawn from the realm of appearances stands in the pursuit of something anticipating the noumenal.
At an exhibition of Russian art was Kasimir Malevich's unmistakable, iconic 'Black Square", that perfect and immutable monolith, that palate-cleansing cipher which admits nothing but its own abstract purity. But as one comes closer, one discovers actual variation. This is not the mathematical gesture of flawlessness that is expected that most people assume. This is messy, blotchy, rather painterly with rough-hewn edges yet remains black and just as bleak as anything without an unfolding future. It is death on display.
What is abstraction? A utopian realm of pure form; a universality of expression, of emotion, of thought; the hue of an infinity; a glimpse into the spiritual structure of nature itself; the culmination of thousands of years of human aesthetics...
A fear of life; of death; the loss of empathy...an escape from nature, a form of ecocide through willful ignorance; the incestuous victory of the single-minded logic freak...the fatal flaw of Western civilization.
The evolution of western aesthetics is one of a creeping abstraction; a turning away from the natural world.
Modernism gave birth to abstraction in a fit of dread, a paroxysm of fear born in the unpredictable dead of night, in the threatening wilderness, in the aftershock of a world war. The Futurists, the Constructivists, the Bauhaus, all of them were ruled by the tantalizing image of standing victorious over the corpses of trees, the sterile mountains, and a sun becoming dimmer, To tame an insane and corrupt world, they had to perfect it with logic. To tame art, they made stringent rules to follow.
This mind-set still rules over us. It doesn't need to be . Design doesn't need to be terrified, precious, idealized or sanitized. It can be visceral, messy, chaotic, anarchic...We can move on from the modernist impulses to always conform.Conformity is anti-human at its core....