Kaitropoli Post Masterlist - Sorted by newest to oldest century, in alphabetical order of the piece if 2+ creations share a date.
I am updating this list with every new post. Centuries are tagged links, but for whatever reason not all respective tagged posts show in that category, so if you want to see everything, click on each individual painting name (hyperlinked to its actual post).
21st Century
“In Flames” - Ratsandlilies | 2020
“A Girl Hides Secrets” - Nicoletta Ceccoli | 2017
“The right hand that knows what the left is doing” - Giovanni Gasparro | 2011
"Hase" - gelitin | 2005
20th Century
NGC 1999 - ESA/Hubble & NASA, ESO, K. Noll | 1999
“Oh, Susannah!” - Stephen Gammel | 1984
AA78 - Zdzisław Beksiński | 1978
1967 Pontiac Firebird 400 - Pontiac Motor Division | 1967
Cosmic Ray-Gun - MECHANIX ILLUSTRATED | 1947
“Metropolis” (film) | 1927
“Mannequin Head” (statue) | 1925
“Das Hohelied Salomos” (№11) - Egon Tschirch | 1923
"Workers reading the Hog Island News" - Unknown | 1918
“Temptation” - Raphael Kirchner | c. 1916
“Soir” - Gabriel Ferrier | 1911
Murnau: Straße mit Frauen - Wassily Kandinsky | 1908
19th Century
Tomb of a Suicide - Wilhelm Kotarbiński | 1900
“Flowers and Mirror” - Abbott Fuller Graves | 1897
"Calypso's Isle" - Herbert James Draper | 1897
British Bats at Home - Cassell’s Natural History | 1896
“La Muse verte” - Albert Maignan | 1895
“The Silent Voice” - Gerald Edward Moira | c. 1892-1893
“Rynek Starego Miasta w Warszawie nocą” - Józef Pankiewicz | 1892
“Entrée de Jeanne d'Arc à Orléans” - Jean-Jacques Scherrer | 1887
Cleopatra - Gustave Moreau | c. 1887
La Porte de l'Enfer - Auguste Rodin | 1880-1917 unfin.
“The Genius of Advertising Could No Further Go” - National Police Gazette | 1880
“Au Café-Concert” - Édouard Manet | c. 1879
Le Martyre de Saint Denis - Léon Bonnat | c. 1870s
The Vision of the Valley of the Dry Bones - Gustave Doré | 1866
Frog and Fish Footmen - Sir John Tenniel | 1865
“Choosing” (Ellen Terry) - George Frederic Watts | 1864
Étude Au bord de l'eau - Berthe Morisot | 1864
La Nuit de Walpurgis - Constantin Nepo | 1864
“L'Atelier du peintre. Allégorie réelle déterminant une phase de sept années de ma vie artistique et morale” - Gustave Courbet | 1855
Hi, lovebugs😍 I might be a liar, so I'm just gonna do light posts until I find the time, motivation, and drive to keep doing what I'm doing best (which I need to figure out what I was doing best because it's been some time😭).
English title: The North Cape by Moonlight
Hint the Romantic Nationalism tag... yeah (I think I found my motivationnnn), we're gonna revisit that. It's integral to this piece.
illustration to “La Mascarade Interrompue,” a theatrical adaptation of Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Masque of the Red Death” by Baroness Zuylen de Nyevelt for Grand Guignol de Paris.
Published in Volume 2 of the 1905 collection “Je Sais Tout.”
✃ The painting’s whereabouts isn’t necessarily public knowledge, but there’s speculation Norton Simon Foundation holds it. Not confirmed, but I am a stickler for accurate information.
✃ English translation of the title: Murnau: Street with Women.
✃ Murnau (am Staffelsee) is a town in Germany that Kandinsky settled in after spending two years traveling through Europe. He called Murnau home until 1914 as he was a Russian citizen suddenly found in enemy territory (which is heartbreaking considering his art echoes how much this place spoke to him despite being a resident for only half a decade -- also eerily funny since another post I'm currently working on is art by a German-descent, Russian-born artist, made just 14 years after this piece... also in German! My PA Dutch relatives would be so proud to see me type words I could never pronounce).
⚰︎ And, yes, round of applause: I am officially back for the 50th time. I have a few big posts planned to make up for my absence.
⚰︎ I’ve been thinking about the blog a lot, and I absolutely love going into history and expressing my thoughts on something I admire to oblivion… the arts. Architecture, movies, paintings, sculptures–I want to explore more and share it all. After this cold, my comeback is imminent, broski.
⚰︎ Despite that all, stay tuned! I’m basically writing a whole ass essay (it’s taking way longer than expected. It genuinely will be a five-pager) and I’m still trying to figure out how formatting will go or if I’ll do separate blog posts for my readers out there. I also plan to officially start up on Instagram again (maybe twitter after that’s all solidified, but who knows :x).
To those who like to read my posts, I'm rambling so here's the sections (so you can skip easy if need be):
Rambling about Adam and Eve
The Painting & My Takes
Personal Resonation (My November & Absence)
TLDRs:
They make me mad lmfaooo
Painting and takes
My struggles came from being uncomfortable since this is the first time in my life I ever been comfortable and happy (sappy? heart-warming? read it to see, holmes).
This portion is meant to be humorous--nothing with disrespectful intent. There is casual language and maybe a little or a lot of cussing, including me calling Adam and Eve "dumbasses."
As a Catholic (baptized, Italian, and rosary-praying), my intention is NOT to mock God, Jesus, or my faith. God knows my soul--I speak to Him like writing a penpal--and certain words I apologized repeatedly for. This post is in regards to humans in Genesis, not the divine.
I'm gonna speak the same way I would if I saw the modern equivalent of this "relationship goals🤪" story.
Twos are everywhere today!! And let me tell you something, I was rereading the Bible from the very beginning at like 12 this morning--bro Genesis is something else... my problem is that I get so into stories, I forget that I'm reading scripture, NOT a novel, and when dwelling into Adam and eventually Eve, I was sooooo pissed awf. Like I had to apologize to God because I called these two dumbasses that shared one braincell. Said it again today when explaining it to my mom. I genuinely had one of those moments where it's that whole "I'd survive the beaches of Normandy EZZZZ; I'd absorb all the bullets and rapid spitfire them out back at the Nazis. Yeeeeah, fallen soldiers? Could not be me. Nope. Not me at all," meme.
Like, not to ramble about it, but is it that hard?? To follow?? God's order?? He told y'all not to eat the fruit from that one specific tree (now granted... reverse psychology, but like c'monnnn). Nooo, and Adam knew LONGER about this rule... God literally told you before giving you animal companions... BEFORE SNATCHING YOUR RIB TO MAKE EVE. And his ass WAS THERE when the serpent told Eve that she should just eat the fruit... BROOOO EVE LITERALLY WAS LIKE "nah, God said no" and the serpent was like "nahhh, you ssssshould lisssssten to me bc the fruit won't kill you, it'll make you sssssmart." and in my brain Eve and Adam looked at each other and said "we gon' eat this fruit, twin?" ----- LITERALLY TWO DUMB BITCHES TELLING EACH OTHER EXACTLYYYY (no offense to them, I'll literally pray for forgiveness after I'm done with this post).
They became naked and afraid (don't sue me) and covered up with leaves, while in the meantime, God was like "bruh, where did these two freaks go?? ADAM??!!" and Adam showed up like "Heyyy God, soz, I didn't want to show you my junk unannounced." and God was like "Didn't want to show me your...? But y'all were unashamed of it before......... YOU ATE FROM THE FRICKIN' TREE, DIDN'T YOU??!" and Adam... oh, Adam (I'm literally screaming into my hands right now), ADAM THREW EVE UNDER THE BUS:
“The man replied, ‘The woman whom you put here with me—she gave me fruit from the tree, so I ate it.’”
(Genesis 3:12, New American Bible, Vatican.va).
LIKE WHAT????!! And then God looked at Eve and was like "Babygirllll, now why would you do that??" and her ass said all nonchalantlyyy "well, the serpent tricked me." GIRLLLL THAT SERPENT DID NOT TRICK YOU, THERE ARE TWO OF YALL WHO KNEW WHAT GOD SAID WORD FOR WORDDDDD!!! Lowkey just want to give them a hug because oh my heavens, stars and garters do y'all break my heart. Smh.
God punished the serpent first (bruh, I'm getting rid of your arms and legs, have fun on the ground), and then Eve (girl, have fun being in pain when you get pregnant and give birth; also, women's rights, women's wrong, bada bing bada boom, Imma make you subservient to your man), and finally Adam (whatever happened to bros before woes?? Have fun working 'til you die, suhhhh!!! What's that saying?? hmm? huh?? Reap what you sow?? Hmmm yes, that's it. Maybe when you think about those blisters on your hands from all that PLANTING you'll be doing, you best remember that you don't got NOOOO retirement benefits!! You're Adam von NAB nawtttt Otto von Bismarck mf).
Ohhhh, but back to the original story... again I apologize to God (I'm a good Catholic lady, I don't mean to call Adam and Eve dumbasses... humans are complicated creatures made in the image of God. Things happen for reasons only God truly knows, but it feels like they were just playing in his face </3).
While reading the Bible, I had some questions and yearned for more depth on certain characters. I scrolled on Wikipedia and saw this beautiful piece of art created by William Blake. I admired it, but it left my brain as I continued on with reading. Later today, I felt called to make a post (hi, it's been a long time. Remember me? 👅 We'll get more into my absence then, okay??? 👅👅). I was scrolling on an art history website and randomly found this painting again!! Out in the cold blue open!!!!!!! It felt like a sign after all that I was doing today. The garden of Eden is iconic, okay?? I had written songs that included themes on it and got to rereading all of those today... I've been reconnecting with my faith as of late. The creation of Adam and how lost I've been this November, finally grounded and officially back to myself today, and then THIS PIECE... it all felt way too connected to be left alone.
We see God (Elohim) lifting Adam, the first man, from the ground. Adam almost looks like a puppet, made out of wood, and wrapped around his leg is a snake. Now, you might be wondering, what is the serpent doing there???! Lemme tell you. Allegedly--or accurately in his lifetime, according to Tate (art galleries in the UK which hold this image)--William Blake saw Old Testament God as a false, and believed that the fall of man began during man's creation. The snake is what caused the fall (wow. no really, kaiti, go on. that's unbelievable. no way the serpent is what caused the fall of man... the temptation symbolism. never heard of. crazyyyy.), and the Guillermo del Toro puppet look I perceive could be representative of the tree:
“Out of the ground the LORD God made various trees grow that were delightful to look at and good for food, with the tree of life in the middle of the garden and the tree of the knowledge of good and bad.”
(Genesis 2:9, New American Bible, Vatican.va)
“No, God knows well that the moment you eat of it your eyes will be opened and you will be like gods who know what is good and what is bad.”
(Genesis 3:5, New American Bible, Vatican.va)
And you could go further (not depicted but shheeeshhhh imma push it a lil) and attribute the puppet look--a man with strings--as it being orchestrated from the very beginning. Strings attached, letting man stand on the ground as a higher influence lifts his little legs and arms. It's kinda cute like that if you really think about it.
And the land appears as if it's ocean (reminiscent of the flood? whoops, was that a spoiler?). It could explain God's expression in the piece--he looks sad.
“When the LORD saw how great was man’s wickedness on earth, and how no desire that his heart conceived was ever anything but evil,
he regretted that he had made man on the earth, and his heart was grieved.
So the LORD said: ‘I will wipe out from the earth the men whom I have created, and not only the men, but also the beasts and the creeping things and the birds of the air, for I am sorry that I made them.’”
(Genesis 6:5–7, New American Bible, Vatican.va)
Rereading that for my post makes me sad all over again. It genuinely breaks my heart. Like every time I do read it or think about it, I feel hot in the eyes like I'm going to tear up (and had ngl).
Personally, I resonate with the piece. Life has its ups and downs and all that I ever knew was death and rebirth. Blake's artwork is literally that. Again, humans are complicated creatures... our emotions run rampant and we want explanations for things still unknown to us. It isn't even about patience; when we want something, we want it in our hands that instant--and that's simply not how it works. You have to take steps in order for things to move, and not everything is in our control. God, with the universe as his tool, helps our lives with purges--our own falls involving things leaving our lives, presenting us situations from our past that need to be addressed, and/or even giving us new situations to heal from and strengthen past old wounds. November is usually a rough time for me, and as of the closing of October, I felt the kick.
Everything felt claustrophobic. Like I lost my ability to breathe. I lost (or as my Grandma would correct: "misplaced") my cross which carried me through rough times, I started thinking more negatively about myself, I battled with myself through addiction (Pot. I know some may find that silly, but I come from a family with literal addicts, those that'll keep pestering you about drugs or alcohol 24/7 and laugh in your face when you do think it's a problem that needs to be addressed. I don't want to end up like them. The bud sprouted a nice little stem that needed to be cut before more damage could be done--and I'm taking the first few steps in doing the same with nicotine!), and I straight up had multiple urges to burn my SSN, change my name to Pedro, somehow grow a mustache, and live alone in a different country--disappear completely in the night without a trace I ever existed.
It wasn't until two weeks ago where I felt the urgency. I needed to change. I needed my happiness back. Last week was when I relearned patience, grounded myself more, burned some patchouli, got back into working, and wore my car's rearview rosary around my wrist (left when addressing past trauma and rediscovering myself; right when I'm active and need more calming energy). I bought another cross (yeah, the chain broke again, but that's freedom baby. No chains here!! I'm still gonna buy another, sturdier one, have it blessed, and wear it proudly, bc I do like wearing my cross👉👈).
Today (now, yesterday as of writing), I realized I never lost myself or the happiness I used to pray, pleading in tears for. For the first time ever in my life, I had happiness and felt comfortable... I was the me I always wanted to be but assumed was impossible to reach--and that made me uncomfortable. It made me paranoid. I was afraid of losing all the good things and people that came into my life, afraid of shutting down and pushing those people away, because that's all I knew. All I ever known was heartache and loss and abandonment because of who I am (or so others stated, and I recognize now those were bullshit excuses for holes they dug themselves). I've grown tired of the lies. I've grown tired of my own loss of innocence as a child. I've grown tired of this odd cycle of abuse. The anxiety pulled wool over my eyes--except it didn't know that I'm stronger than that. I'm not the lost little girl anymore.
The end of October wasn't supposed to mark pain or death, but an invocation to purge. To shed old skin and the things that tethered me down to my past. Who I am is a kaleidoscope--meant to transform and glow with various colors and shapes. God, with the universe and astronomical forces, made me realize that. And I could never be more grateful for it.
Who I am today and this week is somebody stronger. Somebody reborn. Somebody that's meant to create, as that's the gift I was given to help me heal, and in a sort of way, can help others heal, too.
Blake's Elohim Creating Adam is key to the depth of understanding pain in creation, witnessing rebirth and death in the eyes of God as Adam has yet to know what his creation would lead to. Us as humans are touched by both sin and sanctity--it's what we do with it that matters most.
update: I got my original cross back (lost it a couple weeks ago. I used to have panic attacks when it wasn't on me--but my mom found it!!!!! <3333). Top three moments of my life. Might cry tomorrow when I'm not exhausted. Doubly protected babayyyyeeeee!!!!!!! God is good. Christ is king.
To those who like to read my posts, I'm rambling so here's the sections (so you can skip easy if need be):
Rambling about Adam and Eve
The Painting & My Takes
Personal Resonation (My November & Absence)
TLDRs:
They make me mad lmfaooo
Painting and takes
My struggles came from being uncomfortable since this is the first time in my life I ever been comfortable and happy (sappy? heart-warming? read it to see, holmes).
This portion is meant to be humorous--nothing with disrespectful intent. There is casual language and maybe a little or a lot of cussing, including me calling Adam and Eve "dumbasses."
As a Catholic (baptized, Italian, and rosary-praying), my intention is NOT to mock God, Jesus, or my faith. God knows my soul--I speak to Him like writing a penpal--and certain words I apologized repeatedly for. This post is in regards to humans in Genesis, not the divine.
I'm gonna speak the same way I would if I saw the modern equivalent of this "relationship goals🤪" story.
Twos are everywhere today!! And let me tell you something, I was rereading the Bible from the very beginning at like 12 this morning--bro Genesis is something else... my problem is that I get so into stories, I forget that I'm reading scripture, NOT a novel, and when dwelling into Adam and eventually Eve, I was sooooo pissed awf. Like I had to apologize to God because I called these two dumbasses that shared one braincell. Said it again today when explaining it to my mom. I genuinely had one of those moments where it's that whole "I'd survive the beaches of Normandy EZZZZ; I'd absorb all the bullets and rapid spitfire them out back at the Nazis. Yeeeeah, fallen soldiers? Could not be me. Nope. Not me at all," meme.
Like, not to ramble about it, but is it that hard?? To follow?? God's order?? He told y'all not to eat the fruit from that one specific tree (now granted... reverse psychology, but like c'monnnn). Nooo, and Adam knew LONGER about this rule... God literally told you before giving you animal companions... BEFORE SNATCHING YOUR RIB TO MAKE EVE. And his ass WAS THERE when the serpent told Eve that she should just eat the fruit... BROOOO EVE LITERALLY WAS LIKE "nah, God said no" and the serpent was like "nahhh, you ssssshould lisssssten to me bc the fruit won't kill you, it'll make you sssssmart." and in my brain Eve and Adam looked at each other and said "we gon' eat this fruit, twin?" ----- LITERALLY TWO DUMB BITCHES TELLING EACH OTHER EXACTLYYYY (no offense to them, I'll literally pray for forgiveness after I'm done with this post).
They became naked and afraid (don't sue me) and covered up with leaves, while in the meantime, God was like "bruh, where did these two freaks go?? ADAM??!!" and Adam showed up like "Heyyy God, soz, I didn't want to show you my junk unannounced." and God was like "Didn't want to show me your...? But y'all were unashamed of it before......... YOU ATE FROM THE FRICKIN' TREE, DIDN'T YOU??!" and Adam... oh, Adam (I'm literally screaming into my hands right now), ADAM THREW EVE UNDER THE BUS:
“The man replied, ‘The woman whom you put here with me—she gave me fruit from the tree, so I ate it.’”
(Genesis 3:12, New American Bible, Vatican.va).
LIKE WHAT????!! And then God looked at Eve and was like "Babygirllll, now why would you do that??" and her ass said all nonchalantlyyy "well, the serpent tricked me." GIRLLLL THAT SERPENT DID NOT TRICK YOU, THERE ARE TWO OF YALL WHO KNEW WHAT GOD SAID WORD FOR WORDDDDD!!! Lowkey just want to give them a hug because oh my heavens, stars and garters do y'all break my heart. Smh.
God punished the serpent first (bruh, I'm getting rid of your arms and legs, have fun on the ground), and then Eve (girl, have fun being in pain when you get pregnant and give birth; also, women's rights, women's wrong, bada bing bada boom, Imma make you subservient to your man), and finally Adam (whatever happened to bros before woes?? Have fun working 'til you die, suhhhh!!! What's that saying?? hmm? huh?? Reap what you sow?? Hmmm yes, that's it. Maybe when you think about those blisters on your hands from all that PLANTING you'll be doing, you best remember that you don't got NOOOO retirement benefits!! You're Adam von NAB nawtttt Otto von Bismarck mf).
Ohhhh, but back to the original story... again I apologize to God (I'm a good Catholic lady, I don't mean to call Adam and Eve dumbasses... humans are complicated creatures made in the image of God. Things happen for reasons only God truly knows, but it feels like they were just playing in his face </3).
While reading the Bible, I had some questions and yearned for more depth on certain characters. I scrolled on Wikipedia and saw this beautiful piece of art created by William Blake. I admired it, but it left my brain as I continued on with reading. Later today, I felt called to make a post (hi, it's been a long time. Remember me? 👅 We'll get more into my absence then, okay??? 👅👅). I was scrolling on an art history website and randomly found this painting again!! Out in the cold blue open!!!!!!! It felt like a sign after all that I was doing today. The garden of Eden is iconic, okay?? I had written songs that included themes on it and got to rereading all of those today... I've been reconnecting with my faith as of late. The creation of Adam and how lost I've been this November, finally grounded and officially back to myself today, and then THIS PIECE... it all felt way too connected to be left alone.
We see God (Elohim) lifting Adam, the first man, from the ground. Adam almost looks like a puppet, made out of wood, and wrapped around his leg is a snake. Now, you might be wondering, what is the serpent doing there???! Lemme tell you. Allegedly--or accurately in his lifetime, according to Tate (art galleries in the UK which hold this image)--William Blake saw Old Testament God as a false, and believed that the fall of man began during man's creation. The snake is what caused the fall (wow. no really, kaiti, go on. that's unbelievable. no way the serpent is what caused the fall of man... the temptation symbolism. never heard of. crazyyyy.), and the Guillermo del Toro puppet look I perceive could be representative of the tree:
“Out of the ground the LORD God made various trees grow that were delightful to look at and good for food, with the tree of life in the middle of the garden and the tree of the knowledge of good and bad.”
(Genesis 2:9, New American Bible, Vatican.va)
“No, God knows well that the moment you eat of it your eyes will be opened and you will be like gods who know what is good and what is bad.”
(Genesis 3:5, New American Bible, Vatican.va)
And you could go further (not depicted but shheeeshhhh imma push it a lil) and attribute the puppet look--a man with strings--as it being orchestrated from the very beginning. Strings attached, letting man stand on the ground as a higher influence lifts his little legs and arms. It's kinda cute like that if you really think about it.
And the land appears as if it's ocean (reminiscent of the flood? whoops, was that a spoiler?). It could explain God's expression in the piece--he looks sad.
“When the LORD saw how great was man’s wickedness on earth, and how no desire that his heart conceived was ever anything but evil,
he regretted that he had made man on the earth, and his heart was grieved.
So the LORD said: ‘I will wipe out from the earth the men whom I have created, and not only the men, but also the beasts and the creeping things and the birds of the air, for I am sorry that I made them.’”
(Genesis 6:5–7, New American Bible, Vatican.va)
Rereading that for my post makes me sad all over again. It genuinely breaks my heart. Like every time I do read it or think about it, I feel hot in the eyes like I'm going to tear up (and had ngl).
Personally, I resonate with the piece. Life has its ups and downs and all that I ever knew was death and rebirth. Blake's artwork is literally that. Again, humans are complicated creatures... our emotions run rampant and we want explanations for things still unknown to us. It isn't even about patience; when we want something, we want it in our hands that instant--and that's simply not how it works. You have to take steps in order for things to move, and not everything is in our control. God, with the universe as his tool, helps our lives with purges--our own falls involving things leaving our lives, presenting us situations from our past that need to be addressed, and/or even giving us new situations to heal from and strengthen past old wounds. November is usually a rough time for me, and as of the closing of October, I felt the kick.
Everything felt claustrophobic. Like I lost my ability to breathe. I lost (or as my Grandma would correct: "misplaced") my cross which carried me through rough times, I started thinking more negatively about myself, I battled with myself through addiction (Pot. I know some may find that silly, but I come from a family with literal addicts, those that'll keep pestering you about drugs or alcohol 24/7 and laugh in your face when you do think it's a problem that needs to be addressed. I don't want to end up like them. The bud sprouted a nice little stem that needed to be cut before more damage could be done--and I'm taking the first few steps in doing the same with nicotine!), and I straight up had multiple urges to burn my SSN, change my name to Pedro, somehow grow a mustache, and live alone in a different country--disappear completely in the night without a trace I ever existed.
It wasn't until two weeks ago where I felt the urgency. I needed to change. I needed my happiness back. Last week was when I relearned patience, grounded myself more, burned some patchouli, got back into working, and wore my car's rearview rosary around my wrist (left when addressing past trauma and rediscovering myself; right when I'm active and need more calming energy). I bought another cross (yeah, the chain broke again, but that's freedom baby. No chains here!! I'm still gonna buy another, sturdier one, have it blessed, and wear it proudly, bc I do like wearing my cross👉👈).
Today (now, yesterday as of writing), I realized I never lost myself or the happiness I used to pray, pleading in tears for. For the first time ever in my life, I had happiness and felt comfortable... I was the me I always wanted to be but assumed was impossible to reach--and that made me uncomfortable. It made me paranoid. I was afraid of losing all the good things and people that came into my life, afraid of shutting down and pushing those people away, because that's all I knew. All I ever known was heartache and loss and abandonment because of who I am (or so others stated, and I recognize now those were bullshit excuses for holes they dug themselves). I've grown tired of the lies. I've grown tired of my own loss of innocence as a child. I've grown tired of this odd cycle of abuse. The anxiety pulled wool over my eyes--except it didn't know that I'm stronger than that. I'm not the lost little girl anymore.
The end of October wasn't supposed to mark pain or death, but an invocation to purge. To shed old skin and the things that tethered me down to my past. Who I am is a kaleidoscope--meant to transform and glow with various colors and shapes. God, with the universe and astronomical forces, made me realize that. And I could never be more grateful for it.
Who I am today and this week is somebody stronger. Somebody reborn. Somebody that's meant to create, as that's the gift I was given to help me heal, and in a sort of way, can help others heal, too.
Blake's Elohim Creating Adam is key to the depth of understanding pain in creation, witnessing rebirth and death in the eyes of God as Adam has yet to know what his creation would lead to. Us as humans are touched by both sin and sanctity--it's what we do with it that matters most.
Ink and watercolor made a lot of the artworks in More Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, and that's what brought together the horror in every page. I adored this book series so much as a kid (I almost stole them from the elementary school library until I got the box set for Christmas), I would just stare at the pictures all day rather than read each word. I have already read each word, sounded out each syllable maybe fifty times over, I think I deserve a little one-on-one action with these damn illustrations.
I had forgotten about this specific illustration until feeling a little festive today. My God, was I obsessed with it as a kid. I swear, it was all I saw when I'd close my eyes. And "Oh! Susannah" (song title) is a solid track that reminds me of Bioshock: Infinite </3. So, alas, I want to play Bioshock. raiehweiuhuighfjgv.
Being completely honest here, I've been in a slump, but something struck me a couple days ago... and while on Beksiński's Wikipedia page, this painting never left my eye.
Why?
Because it represents my body, soul, and consciousness, all whipped up into one conglomerate sludge, used by Beksiński to create the beautifully obscure AA78.
It's a beautiful portal, really; all between time and space, fluctuating until its last breath, to which we will witness miracle. Think: black being vacuumed by a flash of white--just a swuiiiiiiip--and..., poof! You're gone, just like that. This is that last breath, when your thoughts bloom with your soul, and that big bang is the collapse of your lungs meeting the newfound airways to your higher being.
In the end, whatever this is, and whoever you are, someone will help you see more clearly in knowing what you deserve, which then is the gateway to someone who will help you learn your worth. In the end, the little girl was protected, she just needed the bumps and bruises to see it.
That's at least what puzzle piecing my current thoughts and speculations to my pot-induced subconscious finger typing conjured up after I witnessed AA78's mysterious, longing glory.
