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![[sunday] Warren Hukill—Flowers](https://pixelsatanexhibition.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/warren-hukill2-flowers.jpg)
[sunday] Warren Hukill—Flowers
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Warren submitted the first two nudes we received at PIXELS for the very first gallery show we did in January, 2010. As I recall, this image did not make it into the show. I’m sure I voted for it, but there were eleven judges total. the cherry end of your cigarette against the pale sky…
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Knox Bronson – Whisper Stream
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in iPhonic ArtDavid Bowie—Bring Me The Disco King You promised me the ending would be clear You’d let me know when the time was now Don’t let me know when you’re opening the door Stab me in the dark, let me disappear Memories that flutter like bats out of Hell Stab you from the city spire Life…
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Knox Bronson – The Longing of Circe
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in iPhonic ArtRobert Wyatt—Sea Song You look different every timeYou come from the foam-crested brineIt’s your skin, shining softly in the moonlightPartly fish, partly porpoisePartly baby sperm whaleAm I yours?Are you mine to play with? Joking apartWhen you’re drunk you’re terrific When you’re drunkI like you mostly late at nightYou’re quite alrightBut I can’t understand the different…
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Knox Bronson – Stripes
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in iPhonic ArtThe Rolling Stones—Has Anyone Seen My Baby? Possibly my favorite music video. Something I just noticed for the first time: at about the 2:56 mark it looks like Beat writer William Burroughs makes a two-second cameo appearance. Anybody care to confirm? This image came from my first shoot with Marisol at the old Pixilation Studio,…
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![[sunday] Knox Bronson – The Guitar Lesson (Homage à Balthus)](https://pixelsatanexhibition.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/10/The-Guitar-Lesson.1000.jpeg)
[sunday] Knox Bronson – The Guitar Lesson (Homage à Balthus)
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in iPhonic ArtThis is the album we had on the turntable as we did this shoot. I told the models this is the feeling I’m hoping achieve. I think a little Neruda is in order. Love Sonnet XI I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not…
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