The bedroom of Virginia Woolf in the house she shared with her dedicated, loving husband Leonard at Monks House in Sussex, England. (She shared the house, but not the bedroom. This bed was all hers.) .
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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trying on a metaphor
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The bedroom of Virginia Woolf in the house she shared with her dedicated, loving husband Leonard at Monks House in Sussex, England. (She shared the house, but not the bedroom. This bed was all hers.) .
.www.instagram.com/annabellehicks/
Let’s walk the dogs and adventure one day?
i'm a hot mess of a person so i'd avoid me for 6-12 months hahahahaha
“New York” by Louis Lozowick, 1923.
Rene Magritte (Belgian, 1898-1967)
Melusine’s Window, 1953
The Golden Ring, n.d.
Allegory of Tragedy - Gustav Klimt
Abandoned 13th century château located in France (source)
The Day We’ve Been Dreaming Of
Nameless by Keaton Henson
you left me somehow from afar through this pixelated cage O wonders of the modern age my nameless has a nameless grace
I quickly switched to standby heart and sat for hours in waking dreams for all in love is all it seems my nameless loves in nameless dreams
the room in which I live and work void of any rarity now is travelled over seas my nameless has no name for me
and how at once with clicks and taps can such a tie be fully cut so coldly can our book be shut my nameless named my loathsome guts
the ghost remains in folders here but tells me strongly ‘she is free’ but, please know you’ll always be my nameless love unloving me
Jean Delville 1890 Le cycle des passions (The cycle of passions), Black chalk on paper, Private collection
Drawings
For You
Grimsby
Isamu Noguchi Expo ‘70 in Osaka, Japan