This is a bit outside of my usual “yore” timeframe but I love everything about it. Writing on the back indicates that this is “Freddy” in the sink, 1981.
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let's fly through the stars together
The war has returned once again, and we have been forced to flee by the occupation forces. My family and I have no shelter, no food, and nowhere to turn. Please, extend a helping hand to us and my little daughter in this time of need.😔😔😢😢🙏
Stefan Krygier (1923-1997) — Hatshepsut's Pranks II [oil on canvas, 1985]
3 postcards venting my frustrations about living in a car centric dull suburban city.
Image and text ID under the cut
[Text ID:
Postcard 1: There is something very sinister about the emptiness of suburbia. It is defined by a lack of everything. No trees, no buildings, no people.
Postcard 2: Flat emotionless concrete, stretched out for miles. You do not see the people hidden in their private carriages, protected in palaces so fortified they might as well not exist.
Postcard 3: To fight isolation, they suggest stepping outside. But you find nothing.]
[Image ID: A set of 3 postcards, with an illustration on the front and writing on the back of each.
The first image is of a yellow surrealist landscape with distorted traffic lights throughout, and a winding path that leads to a blue city in the distance. There is a simplified figure facing towards the city.
The second image is a blue city street with liquified distorted buildings, leading towards an orange glow in the distance. The figure is facing towards the horizon.
The third is an orange desert landscape with a large tree in the foreground and the character resting on it.]
bird rugs by h.h.hooks