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@Theo_TJ_Jordan You can install stained glass in any standard double paned vinyl window. The insulating gas escapes, but it becomes a triple paned window.

@Cernovich crafted by hand is the antidote to slop

@sjgiardini Breaux Bridge still looks like this

creole raised cottage in breaux bridge, louisiana (1821)...

@SculptorRett @xmuse_ Yep, lead plus chemicals and glass dust.

@Budrip1007 @xmuse_ Probably so much lead going on?

10 hours meticulously cleaning letters on an 18th-century engraving of the Battle of Kulikovo. Respect to the restorers keeping the past alive.

@acton_deb53968 ❤️🙏❤️

Beautiful work!

🧵 "The whole earth is the tomb of famous men; not only are they commemorated by columns and inscriptions in their own country, but in foreign lands there dwells also an unwritten memorial of them, graven not on stone but in the hearts of men. Make them your examples, and, esteeming courage to be freedom and freedom to be happiness, do not weigh too nicely the perils of war." - Pericles' Funeral Oration

@MuseZack No that's Sting

Apparently today is World Goth Day, so here's me at age 18 with a friend's Ball Python wrapped around my black hat, a very long time ago...

@BrianRoemmele The past is a foreign country.

December 31, 1999, New York City. The last sunset of the 20th century. Nothing was the same again?

How To Like It by Stephen Dobyns These are the first days of fall. The wind at evening smells of roads still to be traveled, while the sound of leaves blowing across the lawns is like an unsettled feeling in the blood, the desire to get in a car and just keep driving. A man and a dog descend their front steps. The dog says, Let's go downtown and get crazy drunk. Let's tip over all the trash cans we can find. This is how dogs deal with the prospect of change. But in his sense of the season, the man is struck by the oppressiveness of his past, how his memories which were shifting and fluid have grown more solid until it seems he can see remembered faces caught up among the dark places in the trees. The dog says, Let's pick up some girls and just rip off their clothes. Let's dig holes everywhere. Above his house, the man notices wisps of cloud crossing the face of the moon. Like in a movie, he says to himself, a movie about a person leaving on a journey. He looks down the street to the hills outside of town and finds the cut where the road heads north. He thinks of driving on that road and the dusty smell of the car heater, which hasn't been used since last winter. The dog says, Let's go down to the diner and sniff people's legs. Let's stuff ourselves on burgers. In the man's mind, the road is empty and dark. Pine trees press down to the edge of the shoulder, where the eyes of animals, fixed in his headlights, shine like small cautions against the night. Sometimes a passing truck makes his whole car shake. The dog says, Let's go to sleep. Let's lie down by the fire and put our tails over our noses. But the man wants to drive all night, crossing one state line after another, and never stop until the sun creeps into his rearview mirror. Then he'll pull over and rest awhile before starting again, and at dusk he'll crest a hill and there, filling a valley, will be the lights of a city entirely new to him. But the dog says, Let's just go back inside. Let's not do anything tonight. So they walk back up the sidewalk to the front steps. How is it possible to want so many things and still want nothing. The man wants to sleep and wants to hit his head again and again against a wall. Why is it all so difficult? But the dog says, Let's go make a sandwich. Let's make the tallest sandwich anyone's ever seen. And that's what they do and that's where the man's wife finds him, staring into the refrigerator as if into the place where the answers are kept- the ones telling why you get up in the morning and how it is possible to sleep at night, answers to what comes next and how to like it.

Walking my old schnauzer in the dark. My faithful imbecile. And yet she understands this life more than I do.

@ninaslostnfound BOB 🥰

@Budrip1007 So good. What a poet. What a musician. Legend.

Happy Birthday, Bob! open.spotify.com/track/6rfGPGgh…

@Ay_Blinkin Awesome!!! #3 is especially dazzling but man o man each one is an accomplishment 🤩

A few of my old sketchbook paintings

@bernardtjoy @ContraVoltaire If the outcome is known beforehand, it's more craft than art.

@ContraVoltaire Because if the answers are clear to us we are not progressing in perspective or technique.

Art is art only if at its core there is a human soul reaching confusedly for an answer.

@neontaster sometimes both in the same day

Had a fun convo with Karol about how the internet can be a blessing or a curse in your life. Check it out!

@ninaslostnfound GN 🙏❤️✨

Good night, Sweet Dreamers. 💫 | Catrin Welz-Stein 🎨

* detail, stained glass window by Thomas Denny, 2016, Gloucester Cathedral, England

@1000HolyPlaces @bamagirl_4_eva obv

@bamagirl_4_eva Triangle sandwiches are scientifically superior.

Best sandwich cut?

@AdamWeitsman I'll make the stained glass windows!

I have loved this property since I was a young boy. Owned by famed Astronomer Carl Sagan, this “tomb” sat empty for years perched on the cliff edge adjacent to Cornell University. I was thankful to acquire this historic property from Mrs. Sagan last year and will renovate this to be a meeting/thinking place for digital artists from around the world. I have entrusted the design of this project to legendary architect firm I.M PEI to help bring this property to its full glory. Anticipated completion date: late 2027….

@samswoora like a sand mandala

Saturday - do chores to recover from the chaos of the week Sunday - prepare for the next week

@DamonZumbroegel Good morning dear heart, you sound like Kris and look like him too!

Hanging with me on a Sunday morning……this is what you get. Sunday Morning Sidewalks. This morning I’m accompanied by the Himalayas and the birds. Quite an ensemble. Kris wrote a perfect song for Sunday mornings…..I try best to live up to it each Sunday.