George Sand, from a letter to Gustave Flaubert written c. November 1866
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George Sand, from a letter to Gustave Flaubert written c. November 1866
intimacy starts with listening, not touching.
the melancholic brunette in me recognizes the melancholic brunette in you
Otto Piene
idk if its like the neurodivergence tm or whatever that makes me observe my experiences rather than actually experience them but i do find that it makes for an interesting way i go about writing
like for most folks who experience life narratively, something makes you hurt, so you write to show people how you were hurt. Hopefully you're seen, and you find meaning in being seen. I read a lot of these, the I hurt, feel my pain style of work.
but like. hm. how do i put this?
something hurts me and my first metaphorical instinct is to look down, yank out the thorn, note exactly where I got stabbed anatomically and proceed to find satisfaction when I can find a similar underbelly to stab the thorn into someone else. it's like the satisfaction of writing a good angst fic that you specifically designed to hurt a particular friend in the good way.
on the one hand, it's still definitely a bid for connection, both of these methodologies are.
on the other had I'm not sure I like what it says about my complete distrust that my pain will not be believed unless I hone it perfectly beforehand, and target it skillfully
By Akiyoshi Kitaoka
Henri Matisse - Blue Nude IV, Nice, 1952, gouache cut papers mounted on canvas, 103 × 74 cm
‘broken icicle reconstructed spit welded only able to work in the mornings when temperature below freezing stored overnight in a sheep shelter’ langholm, dumfriesshire 1986 in a collaboration with nature - andy goldsworthy (1990)
Sarah Morgan
'Is it raining where you are? '
collagraph print on paper
宿るかたちへ-たわいない記憶 Dwelling in the Form-An Innocent Memory 26.7 x 26.7cm copperplate print with chine colle’( etching) 林孝彦 HAYASHI Takahiko 1999
Mia Bergeron (American, 1979) - Star Gatherers (2026)
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“I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.”
— Catherine Breillat (via wordsthat-speak)
Fred Tomaselli - Untitled (Expulsion), 2000, diptych: leaves, pills, insects, mushrooms, printed paper collage, acrylic and resin on panel, 213.3 x 305.1 cm
Louise Bourgeois, What Is the Shape of This Problem?, New York: Galerie Lelong, 1999
Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977