paddle8:

Kim Beck, Nothing Held Back (Grey Drips), 2009, gouache and graphite on paper, 30.25 x 22.75 inches, courtesy of the artist and Mixed Greens. 
 
Be sure to check out the other works available in the Visual AIDS Benefit Auction!

paddle8:

Kim Beck, Nothing Held Back (Grey Drips), 2009, gouache and graphite on paper, 30.25 x 22.75 inches, courtesy of the artist and Mixed Greens. 

 

Be sure to check out the other works available in the Visual AIDS Benefit Auction!

paddle8:

Jake & Dinos Chapman, The Birth of Ideas, 2012/2013, hand colored etching on 300 gsm arches, 20 x 25 inches, courtesy of the artists and White Cube. 
Be sure to check out the incredible works available in our newly launched Time in Children’s Arts Initiative Benefit Auction!

paddle8:

Jake & Dinos Chapman, The Birth of Ideas, 2012/2013, hand colored etching on 300 gsm arches, 20 x 25 inches, courtesy of the artists and White Cube. 

Be sure to check out the incredible works available in our newly launched Time in Children’s Arts Initiative Benefit Auction!

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seudamar:

“É tão curto o amor e tão longo o esquecimento…”
Paulo Neruda

seudamar:

“É tão curto o amor e tão longo o esquecimento…”

Paulo Neruda

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Damiel: When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn’t life under the sun just a dream? Isn’t what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn’t before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am? 

Damiel: When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn’t life under the sun just a dream? Isn’t what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn’t before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am? 

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