“Ethel” - 1927 - (Via)
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“Ethel” - 1927 - (Via)
Jan van der Kooi (1957, The Netherlands)
Interior scenes
Jan van der Kooi is a Dutch contemporary figurative painter. His work has two main focuses: painting light, often in the same location during different light and seasons (in the manner of Monet or Hammershøi); and traditional drawing in a manner influenced by Michelangelo and other old masters.
“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation.”
C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves
Short comic.
Love is holy because it is like grace–the worthiness of its object is never really what matters.
Marilynne Robinson, Gilead (via yellowtheatricalsilk)
Romaine Brooks – Femme avec des fleurs ca. 1912 (Collection Lucile Audouy, Paris, France)
SPOTTED: an elderly man sneakily cutting a handful of daffodils at the park, and hurriedly running back to his car
Cyclist
David Burliuk 1916
“On I’ll pass, dragging my huge love behind me. On what feverish night, deliria-ridden, by what Goliaths was I begot – I, so big and by no one needed?”
-To His Own Beloved Self, The Author Dedicates These Lines
“She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings. She knew the Eiffel Tower was a hideous symbol of phallic oppression but when ordered by her commander to detonate the lift so that no-one should unthinkingly scale an erection, her mind filled with young romantics gazing over Paris and opening aerograms that said Je t'aime.”
from Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson
Karin Daymond (South African, b. 1967), Transient. Oil on canvas, 90 x 120 cm.
my sister: I'm as subtle as the 'b' in 'subtle'.
(for christmas, i gave my boyfriend a book and socks; he gave me a book and mittens. i think that is a sweet and nice thing. i hope you all had wonderful weekends!)
In the dark times, will there also be singing? Yes, there will be singing. About the dark times.
Bertolt Brecht, “Motto”
…even when I don’t believe / there is a place in me / inaccessible to unbelief / a patch of wild grace
Anna Kamienska, from Astonishments: Selected Poems of Anna Kamienska; “Lack of Faith” (via luthienne)