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I memorized the wayward expressions Never look down Never let you see me down I memorized the way no directions Can I come over now I’d like to stay a little while I memorized your body exposed I could fuck you all night long From a memory alone

I never forget a face Don’t go plastic on me Nothing’s set in stone You’re not dipped in gold Dipped in gold You can’t breathe if you’re dipped in gold You are not on paper You are not a copy You’re so, you’re so..so thick, so thick

cineasc

Portrait de la jeune fille en feu (2019) Céline Sciamma

jasminejarss

If Beale Street Could Talk (2018) dir. Barry Jenkins

“Remember love is what brought you here. And if you've trusted love this far, don't panic now. Trust it all the way.”

t-dx

Photographer Shamshawan Scott, works featured in the photobook "Eternal Sleepover" by Messy

seravph

i think anne magills paintings and Edward hoppers are like .. exact opposites. hoppers has the distinct clarity to it, a sharpness in the lines and the angles that contributes to an overwhelming sense of loneliness in almost every one of his paintings. even in his paintings that dont portray isolation there is a feeling of separation

loneliness vs. aloneness

magill, on the other hand, has this haziness to her paintings that emanates a warmth even when the subjects in her paintings are alone.

both paintings feel so comforting, and even in the second one where the girl is alone she is still in the presence of the visceral world around her - there’s a familiarity in magills painting that she captures nicely.

i guess i just think it’s interesting because hopper and magill are two of my favorite artists and they paint similar scenes with very different tones -

I’ve always thought that hoppers paintings are a snapshot of urban loneliness - the distinctness of it, the use of cool colors, the stark contrast between the people and their settings - whereas magills paintings seem almost like memories - their use of haziness and blurriness is exactly how someone would remember something, indistinct, full of feeling and lacking detail