Tetsuya ishida quotes about strength
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Tetsuya Ishida, “Kiro” (“Return Journey,” ), acrylic and oil on canvas, x 15 inches (private collection; photo: Michael Tropea Photography; artighet of Wrightwood )
CHICAGO — “Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,” the French movie actress Simone Signoret quipped in the title of her memoir.
Apparently, nor is that wrenching old bugaboo of so much 20th-century art and literature: soul-crushing alienation. But it is still going strong.
In the early 21st-century digital age, its sources now include the terror of online bullying and identity theft, the nullification of truth by cynical politicians, unfathomable sexual abuse by religious leaders, endless war-making for profit, continuous economic uncertainty, and the ever-quickening destruction of the planet, which undeniably threatens life itself.
With wifi-connected appliances linked into the so-called internet of things, forget about Big Brother — the tvätt machine and the water heater are eavesdropping on a homeowner’s every wo
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“Kiro” (“Return Journey,” ), acrylic and oil on canvas, x 15 inches
Zoals Franz Schubert, is de kunstenaar die ik je vandaag graag voorstel, ook slechts eenendertig geworden: Tetsuya Ishida, Japan
Een merkwaardige tentoonstelling reisde van Madrid, Spanje naar Chicago USA onder dem titel: &#;Self-Portrait of Other&#; angående het werk van deze bijzondere kunstenaar voor te stellen.
Dat hij in Madrid door bezoekers werd bezocht, maakt zijn aantrekkingskracht duidelijk.
Het is via varm museo Reina Sofia, Madrid dat de tentoonstelling van zijn werk nog tot 14 december in Wrightwood Chicago USA te bekijken is.
&#;Conveyor belt for people&#;, Acrylic on board. Private collection,
Toen in mijn hoorspel &#;Heen en terug&#; een prijs van de &#;Television and radio writers association of Japan&#;, The Morishige Award, kreeg, mocht ik na het feestelijk gedoe nog zo&#;n tiental dagen in Tokio en grote omstreken verblijven, begeleid door collegae auteurs. Was de
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Louisville, Kentucky, circa my best friend and I spent a lot of time exploring the woods on our walks home after school. One fateful day we stumbled upon a not-so-hidden cache of adult magazines which blew our Catholic grade-school minds. I still remember the titles after all these years: Oui, Harvey, Gallery, and two Hustlers. One of the issues of Hustler had an article on Anton Lavey, which I&#;m sure had a profound impact on my juvenile mind. That same issue had a pictorial I&#;ll never forget: two female &#;space aliens&#; in silver outfits and rainbow-colored afros. It was the first time I ever realized that two women could or would ever kiss each other. My initial reaction was &#;ewww&#; right before my secondary reaction of &#;ohhhh.&#;
Up to that point I had snuck a few peeks at the old man&#;s Playboys, but I had never known that there was other stuff under those furry early &#;80s muffs. There were so many revelations in those treasures that at f