Cups were turned upside down. Fire was squelched. Truncheons discarded. Hugs administered.
Aleksandra Czudżak https://www.behance.net/czudzak
The hour is nigh, they told him. Nigh, he thought. Pie, cry, sigh, bye, nigh. They were pretty dramatic about it.
George Condo (American, b. 1957), Blue Portrait Composition, 2013. Ink, acrylic and gesso on paper, 153 x 105.4 cm.
He wasn’t familiar with this type of exercise machine. “I know it looks exactly like an iron maiden”, she said, “but you’ll find the fitness benefits are tremendous.”
After looking inside the bags he removed all the items from the cabinets again. Maybe remove the cabinets themselves, he thought.
The earth and its atmosphere https://wellcomecollection.org/works/h6bpqzjp
Gallery: Weegee’s New York City Crime Scene Photos
Earlier this year, he pulled it out for a look. The prints had, over the years, curled up into a tight roll, and he had to slide them apart from one end. That’s when he noticed that most of them bore a photographer’s stamp on the back: PHOTO BY A. FELLIG.
The couple walked into a church carrying the top half of an old wooden manikin. Appearing anxious, they asked the priest for sanctuary.
Frank R. Paul http://www.frankwu.com/paul1.html
Paul Klee, Ghost of a Genius, 1922
Jarmo Mäkilä http://www.jarmomakila.com/
She spoke in whispers to them, not caring whether or not she was heard. It was the intention, she thought, the accuracy of her intentions.
Suspects were told privately that there had been no crime. Still they were required to remain indoors and chant The Impervious Song. Soon, justice would be broadcast.