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Unknown, Vase with Peonies, 1907
Photographic slide on glass
Not peonies **
“Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself. Life’s cruelest irony.”
— Douglas Coupland
JAN VAN HUYSUM, Detail of “Vase of Flowers”, Amsterdam, Netherlands, 1722
Maya Deren
“You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don’t live the only life you have, you won’t live some other life, you won’t live any life at all.”
— James Baldwin, Conversations With James Baldwin
Ori Gersht
Liliroze Sommaire
Jacques Tourneur, Simone Simon in Cat People, 1942
“Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.”
— Charlotte Brontë
botanical boudoir: for the green gallery fall / winter 2018
The Color of Pomegranates 1969
Jacques Henri Lartigue 1960
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“It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.”
— George Saunders, Tenth of December