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“Visible Light” series by Alexander Harding
“The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : “Here is your home country.””
— Nizar Qabbani (via nizariat)
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— José Olivarez, from "Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains," Citizen Illegal
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Ethereal Oil Paintings by Ekaterina Popova Glimpse the Warm, Intimate Interiors of Home
Lord Byron — To the Countess of Blessington
“I’d bite myself and take out my feelings with my teeth.”
— Dacia Maraini, tr. by Tim Vode, from “Dreams of Clytemnestra,” wr. c. 1994
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Habitat (1988)
By Alycia Rubulis
“When I was growing up the relationship I had with my mother wasn’t a very affectionate one. A rare hug from her felt as forced as a kiss on the cheek between my parent’s strained relationship. Occasionally I would test her by not saying I love you when we would say goodbye. Often she wouldn’t say it at all and at one point I carried it out for over a week until I broke and said it. I remember going to friend’s houses and being jealous of their mothers doting on them and shocked as I discovered it was normal for parents to be affectionate with one another. Coming into my early adult years I began to search for the affection and validation I felt so devoid of in my childhood. This caused me to accept hollow intimacy from various people and telling myself that it was genuine even though I knew it wasn’t. Inevitably I would end up hurt and as a way to cope with the pain I would lie in bed and hold myself pretending I was receiving comfort from whomever had hurt me. After this occurred many times, I was no longer trying to mend my pain, it became habitual for me to hold myself before I fell asleep and when I woke up. It was my way of accepting that I couldn’t expect people to love me the way I wanted but I could control how I loved myself.
The idea for this series came to me late at night while I was holding myself. I wanted to capture the women I care for doing the same and giving themselves the love they deserve.”