#kate collins

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Baphomet by Kate Collins (2011)

Source: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/baphomet-kate-collins.html

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Mornings are a promise, afternoons are a heartbreak. Evenings are sly, and they deliver you into the thin arms of each dark night. But mornings hold such possibility, the tangible weight of better: today will be different. When the evening comes (such dreadful hours), the promise of the day has been broken because nothing is different--you are still yourself. To return to that, every day, to return to the truth of who and where you are, is more than a person should have to bear.

Kate Collins, A Good House for Children

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Mornings are a promise, afternoons are a heartbreak. Evenings are sly, and they deliver you into the thin arms of each dark night. But mornings hold such possibility, the tangible weight of better: today will be different. When the evening comes (such dreadful hours), the promise of the day has been broken because nothing is different—you are still yourself. To return to that, every day, to return to the truth of who and where you are, is more than a person should have to bear.

~ A Good House for Children, Kate Collins

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What people needed of her and from her was specific and almost impersonal: the mothering and the housework and the stoic agreement to the terms of their life as dictated by Nick. At times, it felt as though she could be replaced by anyone, any other woman, and as long as children were fed and sheets were cleaned and tax returns were filed, her family might never notice, might never realize the facsimile in her place. As though her labor equals her love, and is replaceable.

~ A Good House for Children, Kate Collins

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She was glad of it now, glad to have spent a lifetime practicing the art of disappearing, of removing herself in such a way that those left behind almost never noticed, and only later wondered if perhaps they’d been abandoned.

~ A Good House for Children, Kate Collins