Sabina Poppaea, (Detail), (c. 1570), by the School of Fontainebleau, (second half of the 16th century), oil on panel, 81 cm (31.8 in)x 61 cm (24 in), Musée d'Art et d'Histoire, Geneva
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Sabina Poppaea, (Detail), (c. 1570), by the School of Fontainebleau, (second half of the 16th century), oil on panel, 81 cm (31.8 in)x 61 cm (24 in), Musée d'Art et d'Histoire, Geneva
Füsun Ürkün - Uğur Böceği
Jan Preisler (1872-1918, Czech) ~ Diana, 1908
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Dancers (1896) by Franz Von Stuck
eartha kitt photographed by carl van vechten, 1954
Dance Theatre Of Harlem
Wild Blackberries - Lucy Clayton
British , b. 1970s
Watercolour, blotted line technique and ink on paper , 42 x 59.4 cm.
Drove to Colorado with my boyfriend and his dog
A painting, most ardently
“Giant sorrows”
18x24
Acrylic on canvas
Unfinished??
I dyed my hair green 7 months after my mom passed.
The months leading up to this; I wanted to preserve any amount of me that she knew.
Yet desperately craved a change.
I’m not sure I really realized how much a simple shift like this would impact me.
Immediately after I regretted it.
Not because I burned my hair - well maybe a little because I burned it.
More-so, after it felt like there was no going back. Beforehand my hair was the same color and length it was when I knew her.
But now I was different, someone she didn’t know anymore. A stranger. It almost felt like I wasn’t me anymore.
Letting go a part of me that died with her.
Slowly I grew to adjust to the change, but slowly I realized a different grief. I would visually see the hair I knew my mom with grow out.
I guess this piece is to further articulate those ideas.
How big grief can feel, yet how vulnerable it is.
The figure in the foreground is supposed to represent me in the present.
Struggling to slay something that cannot be killed off.
I like to imagine they’re having a conversation.
Of what I do not know.
Sketches by A.K. MacDonald, 1932
Sigourney Weaver by Helmut Newton
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Emilio Freixas __ Midsummer Fairies
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Ferdinand von Reznicek - Serpentine Dance (1912)
Yosuke Ohnishi, jca annual 4 (1982)