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+ | <br><font style="color: silver; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 15pt> “Broken places and blood and devastation. There can be beauty even in wreckage .” <BR> - Anthea Hawtrey-O’Callaghan</font> | ||
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+ | <center><font style="color: silver; font-family: Garamond; font-size: 15pt>"It is not camouflage nor uniforms, nor the clean lines of a gun, nor even heroic profiles, that make good subjects for war pictures; it is death and destruction, and the agony that stays about the rubbish pile and the grave. … a wall falling like a short man; the broken carcase of a lift-shaft; machinery dangling its severed limbs in the bare well of a mantle-factory. (50). "<BR> - John Piper, 1941 </font></center> | ||
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♦ Art & Salon Culture at the Galerie de Nuit ♦ Art dealer and curator:' ♦ Ventrue ♦ UrbEx/placehacking industrial ruin
She’s wearing strictly-tailored black couture: a silk blouse, jacket with Nehru collar, a pencil skirt and knee high leather boots. She has only two kinds of adornment: her long neck is bisected with a black velvet choker, and her left hand has three glittering rings: dark metal, blue stone.
Rose with their sounding halls and rooms of breath? No, not their skeletons for those have fallen Dragging to earth The coloured muscles from a thousand walls. … The rubble that is rotting in the rain Exhales the breath of Warsaw and Pompeii, Guernica, Troy and Coventry – all cities, And every breathing building that died burning.” (Mervyn Peake)
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