Nina Petrova (Bulgaria) “The jealousy of Harlequin”, 2018, oil on canvas

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Nina Petrova (Bulgaria) “The jealousy of Harlequin”, 2018, oil on canvas
Camille Claudel. The Waltz, 1889-90.
— Van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh
sylvia plath feeding blueberries to a deer
Stormy Landscape with a Rainbow, c. 1824 Joseph Mallord William Turner, British, 1775 - 1851 Watercolour on wove paper, 19.6 x 27 cm Purchased in memory of Alan Flacks, 1999 © 2012 Art Gallery of Ontario
The Obsession with Female Rage in Media by Final Girl Studios
photography by Paul Julien, in Nigeria.
Wolfgang Tillmans - End of Land
“You say you live in pain. Let it be the pain of the death of the old false self, and the life-movement of the new real truthful self. We are all wrapped in silky layers of illusion which we instinctively feel to be necessary to our existence. Often these illusions are harmless, in the sense that we can still go on being reasonably good and reasonably happy. Sometimes, because of a catastrophe, a bereavement or some total loss of self-esteem, our falsehoods become pernicious, and we are forced to choose between some painful recognition of truth and an ever more frenzied manufacturing of lies. Live at peace with despair. Live quietly with your sense of guilt. Sit beside it, as it were, and regard the frightful wound to your self-esteem as the removal of deep illusions which existed before and which this chance has torn. If you keep checking any lie and resisting the anger which deforms the world, you will gradually realise that the poor old wounded self, with its furious whining and its hatred of itself and everything else, is not you at all. That self is dying, but another self is watching it die.”
— Iris Murdoch
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