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Kloster Neuzelle Stiftskirche St Marien
‘la lis et mort (the lily is dead)’ - adolphe alexandre lesrel (1873)
“I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.”
— Oscar Wilde
Saint Cecilia of Rome (detail), by François-Joseph Navez, 1824. Oil on canvas.
Brigitte Bardot on the set of “Please, Not Now!” photographed by Walter Carone, 1961
Sylvia Plath, Ariel; from ‘Elm’
Details (#1) of Half-Length Portrait of a Roman Woman (1862/1866), by Anselm Feuerbach.
Bernat Martorell c. 1434-1435
Saint George Killing the Dragon (detail)
“I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.”
— Franz Kafka
Broken.
Ritsuko and Misato inspired by multiple tracks from How Big How Blue How Beautiful
I love them…a lot
“What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.”
— K.A. Tucker
Preparing Bonita, Utagawa Kunisada, 1823-1880, Cleveland Museum of Art: Japanese Art
Size: Sheet: 35.3 x 24.2 cm (13 7/8 x 9 ½ in.) Medium: color woodblock print
https://clevelandart.org/art/1940.1013
“Leur vie était comme une trop longue habitude, comme un ennui presque serein : une vie sans rien.”
— Georges Perec, Les Choses