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Kevin Francis Gray Art

Kevin Francis Gray’s 2005 body of work was so hugely appealing: London youths—the freaks and oft-romanticized street tribes of the East End—were cast as towering Rodin-like figures. These figures wore jeans, tanks, and sneakers; their faces obscured by hoodies and veils. It was urban ghetto-gothic street style immortalized in ancient materials like bronze, marble, and black resin. A once fleeting feeling was rendered permanent, mythical almost.

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The New Cruelty: “Bodies & Skulls”- (James Bareham)

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The New Cruelty was commissioned to New York based television production company True Entertainment to photograph a series of still-life images of preserved human skulls, bodies and various internal organs featured in the famous Bodies Exhibition. These images were used to illustrate and explain complex illnesses for the show Mystery Diagnosis on Oprah Winfrey’s Network – OWN.

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My notebook has remained blank for months
thanks to the light you shower
around me. I have no use
for my pen, which lies
languorously without grief.

Nothing is better than to live
a storyless life that needs
no writing for meaning—
when I am gone, let others say
they lost a happy man,
though no one can tell how happy I was.

Ha Jin, “Missed Time,”  Poetry (July 2000). (via literarymiscellany)

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