Still life with carnations and fruit - Renato Guttuso , 1938.
Italian, 1911-1987
Oil on rug carboard , 47 x 54 cm.
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Heya! I was looking through Kitchen Table Number 5 and I was so suprised and delighted to see your art in it! I’ve been a fan of your work since Puzzle Agent so it’s so cool to come upon your stuff in the wild!
Ahh nice! Thanks for the kind words! And thanks for supporting Kitchen Table magazine! Brett's doing such an amazing job with it!
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Shelby County, Iowa. 1941
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Go Fund Me
I have deleted my GFM I had set up while were were homeless. I have created a new one which is specifically to raise funds for a cheap bed and a kitchen table and chairs. The goal is significantly lower.
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"Four Roses"
digital collage & digital painting by Mick Mather
(click image to view actual size)
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Kitchen Table - Judith Ansems
Dutch, b. 1972 -
Charcoal on paper , 100 x 150 cm.
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Perhaps The World Ends Here
By Joy Harjo
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat
to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it
has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners.
They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our
children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as
we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the
shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for
burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering
and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
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