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The familiar feeling of being insignificant,
Unimportant and replaceable,
You see I’m used to feeling erasable,
But I can’t stand being ignored by you.
“When did I betray your heart? I never betrayed your heart.”
— Chuck Akot
“My mother told me when I was young that there are two types of girls that will love me: 1. The girl who makes me happy but makes me feel unloved. 2. The girl who makes me sad but makes me feel loved. She told me that on rare occasions I’d find both qualities in one girl. But not every boy is lucky to find both qualities in one girl. So if I ever have to choose between the two, she told me, to always choose the girl who makes me happy because that’s what she always wanted for me. Yet I don’t want a girl who makes me happy. I want a girl who makes me feel loved. So if I ever have to choose between the two, I will always choose the girl who makes me sad.”
— juansen dizon, Confessions of a Wallflower page 113
“Years ago I learned a very cool thing about Robin Williams, and I couldn’t watch a movie of his afterward without thinking of it. I never actually booked Robin Williams for an event, but I came close enough that his office sent over his rider. For those outside of the entertainment industry, a rider lists out an artist’s specific personal and technical needs for hosting them for an event, anything from bottled water and their green room to sound and lighting requirements. You can learn a lot about a person from their rider. This is where rocks bands list their requirement for green M&Ms (which is actually a surprisingly smart thing to do). This is also where a famous environmentalist requires a large gas-guzzling private jet to fly to the event city, but then requires an electric or hybrid car to take said environmentalist to the event venue when in view of the public. When I got Robin Williams’ rider, I was very surprised by what I found. He actually had a requirement that for every single event or film he did, the company hiring him also had to hire a certain number of homeless people and put them to work. I never watched a Robin Williams movie the same way after that. I’m sure that on his own time and with his own money, he was working with these people in need, but he’d also decided to use his clout as an entertainer to make sure that production companies and event planners also learned the value of giving people a chance to work their way back. I wonder how many production companies continued the practice into their next non-Robin Williams project, as well as how many people got a chance at a job and the pride of earning an income, even temporarily, from his actions. He was a great multiplier of his impact. Let’s hope that impact lives on without him. Thanks, Robin Williams- not just for laughs, but also for a cool example.”
— Brian Lord.org (via wonderwoundedhearers)
This is what it means to be a Trickster, you use your power to uplift those in need and break down barriers.
“This isn’t it kid, this isn’t how your story ends. I know your heart’s been broken and you think you’ll never love again, never trust again. But this isn’t it. There is so much love left in you, so much left to give. And life carries on, even when you don’t want it to. Life carries on and you will grow and you will heal. And in time, you’ll learn to open yourself up again and to let people in. And you’ll fall in love, this time with someone who will make you forget what it ever felt like to have a broken heart.”
— f.a.w
“I know that I’m going to be okay. And that’s the most comforting thought in the world right now. I know that no matter how badly things between us ended, I’m going to be okay. I know that no matter how shattered my heart feels at this moment, I’m going to be okay. I’m going to be okay. I’ve got a family that loves me. I’ve got friends who care. I’ve got a job that gives my purpose. I’ve got beaches to fall asleep on and a whole big city to get lost in. I’ve got books to read and movies to watch and songs to sing when I’m stuck in traffic. And my heart is still young, it will heal and it will love again. And one day, maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow but one day soon, I’m going to be okay.”
— f.a.w
This is everything i needed to hear this morning. Thank you wherever you are my friend!
“She’s so lost, lost in her thoughts, lost in her own world, lost in outer space. “What are you thinking about?” they all ask when her eyes slide out of focus. She can’t answer this question, never, because the question is what doesn’t she think about? The inside of her head is covered in layers and layers of sharp thoughts, slicing at her brain, cutting open her skull until her blood spills onto the floor, red and shining for everyone to see. Stars swirl all around her, exploding behind her eyelids, throwing her out of orbit. She can’t escape, no matter which way she turns, because she’s never learned how to. What she wishes for is silence. Silence in her head. But her thoughts never stop tumbling and crashing. They never stop. And she doesn’t know how to get back down to earth.”
— overthinking n.j. (via ninasdrafts)
A remarkable Jacobean re-emergence after 200 years of yellowing varnish Courtesy Philip Mould
PAINT RESTORATION OF MESMERIZING
I saw this on Twitter. He’s using acetone, but a cellulose ether has been added to make it into a gel (probably Klucel—this entire gel mixture is sometimes just called Klucel by restorers, but Klucel is specifically the stuff that makes the gel).
Normally, acetone is too volatile for restoration, but when it’s a gel, it becomes very stable and a) stays on top of the porous surface of the painting, and b) won’t evaporate. So it can eat up the varnish.
It looks scary, but acetone has no effect on oils, and jelly acetone is even less interactive with the surface of the paint or canvas.
Will someone PLEASE clean the mona lisa
For those who are wondering, they cleaned a copy of the Mona Lisa made by one of Da Vinchi’s students, and here’s a side by side comparison:
CLEAN THE FUCKING MONA LISA.
A couple problems with cleaning the Mona Lisa:
The Mona Lisa is a glazed painting.
A Direct Painting is one in which the artist mixes a large amount of paint of the correct value and shade the first time, and applies it to the painting. A Glazed Painting is a painting in which an underpainting is painted, generally in shades of gray or brown, and a allowed to dry, before layers of very thin glaze - a mixture of a tiny bit of pigment and a lot of oil - is applied to the surface. Some artists, such as Leonardo, choose to work this way because it provides an incredible sense of light and illumination (look at how the real Mona Lisa seems to glow).
The Mona Lisa is an incredible work of glazed painting, but that makes it fragile, so fragile that many conservators don’t want to work on it because it’s extremely difficult and a conservation effort go wrong for many many reasons. One of the reasons it could go wrong is that the glazes and the varnish layers are actually a very similar chemical composition, and a conservator could accidentally strip off layers of glaze while removing the varnish.
In fact, in 1809 during its first restoration when they stripped off the varnish, they also stripped off some of the top paint layers, which has caused the painting to look more washed out than Leonardo painted it.
The Mona Lisa also has a frankly ridiculous amount of glaze layers on it, as Leonardo considered it incomplete up until he died, He actually took it with him when he left Italy (fleeing charges of homosexuality), meaning it never even got to the family who had commissioned it, and instead constantly altered it, trying to get it just a touch more perfect every time. That makes it really fragile, with countless layers of very thin paint, many of which have cracked, warped, flaked, or discolored. It’s not just the top layer, its layers and layers of glazing throughout the painting that have slowly discolored or been damaged over time.
Speaking of damage, look at the cracking. That’s called craquelure; it happens with many painting’s (even ones that aren’t painted with this technique) because the paint shrinks as it dries, or the surface it’s painted on warps. Notice that the other painting has very little of it, even though it’s almost the same age.
The reason the Mona Lisa has so much craquelure is because Leonardo was highly experimental, almost to the point of it being his biggest flaw. There were established painting techniques, and then there were Leonardo’s painting techniques. The established painting techniques were created in order to insure longevity and quality, but Leonardo didn’t stick to any of them. This has made his work a ticking time bomb of deterioration.
Don’t believe me, check it out:
This is how most people think The Last Supper looks
But this is actually a copy done by Andrea Solari in 1520.
The actual Last Supper looks like this:
The Last Supper has been painstakingly and teadiously restored, with conservators sometimes working on sections as small as 4 cm a day. To get to it you’ve got to walk through a series of airlocks (AIRLOCKS!?!?!) and they only allow 15 people at a time because the moisture from your breath and your skin particles will damage it. Despite all of the precautions and restoration, it still looks like that.
This is because Leonardo painted the last supper using highly experimental methods. He didn’t use the traditional wet-into-wet method that fresco painters used, and insead painted onto the dry plaster on the wall, meaning the paint did not chemically adhere. Before he even died the painting had already begun to flake. It’s a miracle it’s still there at all.
They’ve done what restoration they can on The Last Supper because the painting will absolutely disappear if they don’t. The Mona Lisa, which is delicate, but much more stable, doesn’t need the same kind of attention. And, like many of his works, is just too delicate to touch, and the risk of doing irreparable damage to it is far too high. The Mona Lisa is insured for something like 800 million dollars, and that’s a lot of money to be ruined by one wrong brush stroke. (fun fact: the most expensive painting ever sold was also a Leonardo, the Salvator Mundi, and it went for 450 million dollars.)
Furthermore, there are probably only 20 or so authenticated Leonardo paintings in the whole world. If you look through the list, most of them aren’t even fully done by him, are disputed, or aren’t even finished. It’s simply too difficult and too risky to restore the Mona Lisa, one of Leonardo’s only finished and mostly intact works, when there’s hardly any more of his paintings to fall back on.
Now the painting you see in the video above is 200 years old, not 600 years old, and I assure you, the conservators decided the risk to restore it was minimal (after extensive research, paint testing, x-raying, gamma radiation, etc.) and that the work they were doing was worth the risk based on the painting’s value.
Conservators make the decision all the time about how much they can do for a painting, because really, they have the ability to completely strip a painting of all varnish and glazes and just repaint the whole thing (which happens to a lot of badly damaged paintings, especially when there’s no way to save them - one of the very small museums in my area recently deaccessioned a Monet because it was barely original, and no one wants to look at a Monet that’s only 20% Monet’s work) - but doing that to the Mona Lisa, removing the artist’s hand from the most famous piece of artwork in history? Hell No.
(also, I’m not a conservator but I’ll be applying to a conservation grad program sometime next year, so sorry if any of my info is at all inaccurate)
I found this really interesting, thanks for sharing.
Enlightening 😍
Comme si la vie, c'était ça, simplement ça, se fréquenter et se perdre de vue et continuer à vivre, comme s'il n'y avait pas des déchirements, des séparations qui laissent exsangues, des ruptures dont on peine à se remettre, des regrets qui vous poursuivent longtemps après.
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i just want all my secrets back, i don’t want anyone to know anything about me anymore
You’re two thousand miles away, and I still think about sleeping in your arms. You’ve stopped speaking to me, and I still think about all the times you told me you adored me. You’re talking to another girl, and I’m still talking to someone about you. Your life is no longer part of mine, and your name is still what comes to mind when I see a falling star.
whoever wrote this thank you,i couldn t find the words to express how i feel, but you did. so thanks
I miss all the things that we used to do. I want to be with you in the wilderness of your heart where I can derive my peace from you once again. I forget about all my worries and responsibilities in your presence.There are so many things that we need to do together, but your presence is uncertain just like the meaning of many things between us.
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We were almost something. Almost. And that’s what bothers me about how we ended. We were on the very edge of something magical, and we let it slip between our fingers. We had a chance to experience that once in a lifetime love and we blew it. We let it all go to waste. And now we’ll never know what could have been.
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i’m crying and thinking about how you fucked up my entire life because brown eyes will never be just brown eyes to me anymore meanwhile you’re soundly asleep. and god fucking damn do i wish you see my face in your dreams and wake up with an aching feeling just like i do when i wake up after a night of finally getting sleep.
- 2amfilm (via theprocast)
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, & all they can do is stare blankly.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via depressionheadlock)