Defectio

Girl, Swedish "My whole wretched life swam before my weary eyes, and I realized no matter what you do it's bound to be a waste of time in the end so you might as well go mad." - Jack Kerouac

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What's up, glowy fox?

This was a test painting for a gallery show but I ended up deciding to go in a different direction. I wasn't really happy with the technique I used on the fox (it's too textured for my liking) -- but I thought I'd share it anyway.

Happy Tuesday, everyone! 🌿

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— Arabelle Sicardi, from “The Year in Ugliness.”

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This wolf in British Columbia took a break from eating herring roe to investigate a half-submerged object: the photographer’s camera

Photograph by Ian McAllister

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https://www.instagram.com/frachella/

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Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

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Jane Mead, from “I wonder if I will miss the moss”

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@happyheidi ✨️

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Leonard Cohen letter to Marianne Ihlen, Saint Jean-sur-Richelieu, 26 June 1961

Leonard Cohen met Marianne Ihlen on the Greek island of Hydra in 1960. The pair shared a long and chaotic romance that inspired a catalogue of Cohen songs — like So Long Marianne, Bird on the Wire, and Hey, That’s No Way to Say Goodbye — and left behind a legacy of over 50 love letters.

Cohen admits that although it’s been a year since they last saw each other, he is unable to move on — and is departing Hydra the next day to see her in Norway. He writes, ‘I must see again what happens to us when we are together, perhaps it will be nothing, perhaps everything. Anyhow, we shall see and speak and touch and if it is nothing we shall say so. If it is nothing I’ll get on with my life and you with yours and all we’ll keep of one another will be a few months of sun and a long journey north. At least we will be able to say goodbye, something we have never managed.’

He wouldn’t manage that goodbye until the very end of their lives, when he heard that she was dying and wrote her a final letter in 2016. It ended, ‘You know that I’ve always loved you for your beauty and your wisdom, but I don’t need to say anything more about that because you know all about that. But now, I just want to wish you a very good journey. Goodbye old friend. Endless love, see you down the road.’

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Silly Symphony - The Goddess of Spring (1934)

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Erika L. Sánchez, from “La Cueva”, Lessons on Expulsion

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[rosavaya]

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

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