#tempo

This assumption of the intrinsically repressive nature of collective experience and redemptive power of individuation is a staple of contemporary art theory and criticism. I would argue that a closer analysis of collaborative and collective art practices can reveal a more complex model of social change and identity, one in which the binary oppositions of divided vs. coherent subjectivity, desiring singularity vs. totalizing collective, liberating distanciation vs. stultifying interdependence, are challenged and complicated. ↗

— Grant H. Kester

#collaborative #contemporary #modernism #practice #subjectivity

A million possible endearments ran through his head. But he said, “Help. ↗

— Robyn Carr

#funny #humour #romance #funny

There have been times I have thought some dreams should never be dreamt, but I would hate a world where that was true. ↗

— Daniel Amory

#city #contemporary-fiction #contemporary-literarture #downtown #dream

As neither of these two great research scientists was able to find the solution to the mystery, it is small wonder that none of their contemporaries were able to do so either. ↗

— Robert Barany

#contemporaries #either #find #great #mystery

I temporarily lost my hope in love, and it was temporary, thank goodness. ↗

— Shania Twain

#hope #i #lost #love #temporarily

You're it for me, Katie. You're my world now. ↗

— Faith Sullivan

#new-adult #romance-novels #faith

When the Domaine Musical started up, I wasn't part of it. They were the major players in contemporary music at that time, braodcasting old and new composers' work. And I wasn't one of them. ↗

— Luc Ferrari

#contemporary #contemporary music #i #major #music

Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful"- 1834 ↗

— William Morris

#designer #inspiration #beauty

Hey," I said softly and cupped his cheek. "Yeah?" “What about your dream?” His face went dimples. “I’m lookin’ at it, darlin’.” Oh. Crap. My heart felt near bursting. I was absolutely done for. This man owned me, body and soul, and everything in between. ↗

— Madeline Sheehan

#motorcycle-man #dreams

The engine roared to life. He ran toward her. She shot our of her parking space. He rushed to the side of her car. "Stop it, Kristy! You're overreacting! Let's talk about this." That was when she did the unthinkable. She rolled down the window, thrust out her hand, and gave Reverend Ethan Bonner the bird. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#romance #sep #dreams