A carved ivory and hardstone “Memento Mori” skull, the whole inlaid with ivory shaped plates and various coloured semi precious stones in the form of insects.
Sophie Calle, Contacts Vol.2
Allegory of the Four Elements
Mark Ryden
oil on canvas
2006
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Leave well enough alone, you fool.
What is the point of ruining something that is already pure and good?
What is beauty anyways?
Is it the fact that you can’t be yourself in a crowded room, or the way you conform to how life moves in such slow motion, with such dullness in its grey areas..
Or can beauty just be the simple things?