Anastasia Trusova, “Somewhere in Alsace” Acrylic on canvas / 100 x 140 cm / 2022
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Anastasia Trusova, “Somewhere in Alsace” Acrylic on canvas / 100 x 140 cm / 2022
Art by Rea Kolarova
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“I had the lonely child’s habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued. I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life.”
— George Orwell, Why I Write
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I hate being asked what my goal in life is…. like.. idk…?? I want to have my own kitchen… and I want to know every poem by heart… and uhh.. I want to be kissed in the rain … etc etc .. my heart is very little and I dont want it to break
i always used to think it was really cheesy to say love never dies and people live on in your heart but i think i was actually just misunderstanding and that made it sound fake and thus cheesy. but it’s not fake. it’s so real. i still make jokes like my 6th grade best friend and i sing the way i do because of my best friend and crush in college. i love plants and to garden because my mom taught me how it felt to plant my fingers in wet soil underneath a warm and forgiving sun and help something grow into something different than before. i fold my clothes like my mom used to for me. i drive and drum on my steering wheel like my dad used to. my music and entertainment taste has a little piece of everyone in my heart, they talk to me all the time. I make my life beautiful through organizing and planning and believing in myself like my sister taught me to. I am a divine mosaic of everyone who has ever touched my heart. I take what my heart can and wants to hold close and i let the rest go. what’s left is divinity. my heart is always full, because people never really can leave you once they’ve loved you and you’ve loved them. we are all mosaics. separateness is a lie we are all told; we are all mosaics filled with one another, with some grander consciousness i like to call love.
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