Showing posts with label Francis Picabia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Francis Picabia. Show all posts
Saturday, July 6, 2019
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Francis Picabia ... Untitled drawing & poem
Gstaad
The sea pitches endlessly
The role mirrors her pupils
From memory
So mirthful
Swaying of gravity
Expresses a resonance
Of constant desires
I have excuses
And lack strength and courage
influence is a useless thing
She is the most beautiful of the women
On my mind
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Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Francis Picabia...
“The eyes of sleepwalkers
are scented
with the madness
of centrifugal
magnetization”
covers from the Litterature journal
"One must become acquainted with everybody except oneself; one must not know which sex one belongs to; I do not care whether I am male or female, I do not admire men more than I do women. Having no virtue, I am assured of not suffering from them. Many people seek the road which can lead them to their ideal: I have no ideal; the person who parades his ideal is only an arriviste..."
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dada,
Francis Picabia
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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