Ayse E @ayse_e

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Lover of art, words, clouds, smartypantses, puns, pets. All pix iPhone.

  • ayse_e

    February 22nd at 2:20am
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    Oh, hi.

    emilyewallace

    2 days ago
    Could this be mothra?

    jennhalterprenda

    2 days ago
    ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿผ
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  • ayse_e

    February 21st at 10:59pm

    Camellia riot ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐ŸŒบ

  • ayse_e

    February 20th at 11:53pm
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    ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

    emer.ahern.art

    3 days ago
    Nice
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  • ayse_e

    February 20th at 4:43pm
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    My guru does not obsess over the news. #balanceinallthings

    stationschris

    2 days ago
    ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ
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  • ayse_e

    February 20th at 3:48am

    Zun Lee, "Bedtime shenanigans with Carlos Richardson and daughter Selah (Harlem, NY, 2012)," from the #fatherfigureproject

    katemedley

    4 days ago
    That @zunleephoto is a star! ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ’ฅ

    stationschris

    4 days ago
    Love it!

    ayse_e

    4 days ago
    ๐Ÿ’๐Ÿ’˜๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’•โ€ผ๏ธ
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  • ayse_e

    February 20th at 2:08am

    And then I dragged myself away from the lobby to enjoy the art.

    ayse_e

    3 days ago
    #flowerreport ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท
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  • ayse_e

    February 20th at 12:21am

    Alison Saar, "Weight," 2012. Described thus: The woman is balanced on a cotton scale against a cluster of household objectsโ€”a skillet, iron, coal scuttle, and moreโ€”to suggest that a woman is measured by the domestic work she does still.

  • ayse_e

    February 19th at 10:59pm

    sassyprof

    4 days ago
    Oh. So you're here again. Ummm.

    ayse_e

    4 days ago
    View of the Mint Museum from the 2nd floor balcony (on a magnificent February afternoon).
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  • ayse_e

    February 18th at 11:09pm

    Thousands of miles awayโ€”in time, in place,
    Each night conspires to create a myth
    That stands for nothing real, yet leaves you with
    The vague impression of a human face.

    The fragments fly apart and shift, trembling
    On the threshold of a kind of fullness:
    The minor wonder of remembering;
    The greater wonders of forgetfulness.

    For one looks back as someone else might yearn
    For a new life, and set his course upon
    The polestar, bid his adieus, and move on.
    The journey takes a solipsistic turn,

    Forsaking starlight for an inner glow,
    And reducing all human history,
    All human cultureโ€”highbrow, middle-, low-โ€”
    To one reflecting surface, one story.

    What fills the heaven of a single mind?
    The things that used to fill Kantโ€™s mind with awe โ€”โ€œThe starry heavens and the moral lawโ€โ€”
    Seem distant now, and difficult to find โ€” John Koethe, "What the Stars Meant"

  • ayse_e

    February 18th at 9:21pm
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