some art and a poem
I just finished reading Alison Bechdel's Fun Home for the first time. It's such a great book, and I don't yet have enough distance from it to talk about it, but god. That last page kills me.
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We Go In Search of A Lost Dream, by Fiona Rae. Click to see a larger version. No seriously, click, because it is stunning. You can find more of her work here, and a video on her process here.

From a project called Dispatchwork, by Jan Vormann. Vormann replaces brickwork with his own Lego Bricks. You can find more of his work here.

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I Have Loved Hours At Sea, by Sara Teasdale
I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;
First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.
I have loved much and been loved deeply --
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low,
Leave me the darkness and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.
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We Go In Search of A Lost Dream, by Fiona Rae. Click to see a larger version. No seriously, click, because it is stunning. You can find more of her work here, and a video on her process here.
From a project called Dispatchwork, by Jan Vormann. Vormann replaces brickwork with his own Lego Bricks. You can find more of his work here.
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I Have Loved Hours At Sea, by Sara Teasdale
I have loved hours at sea, gray cities,
The fragile secret of a flower,
Music, the making of a poem
That gave me heaven for an hour;
First stars above a snowy hill,
Voices of people kindly and wise,
And the great look of love, long hidden,
Found at last in meeting eyes.
I have loved much and been loved deeply --
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low,
Leave me the darkness and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.