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Henri Matisse’s studio Nice, c.1952
“And it has been one hell of a year. I have worn the seasons under my sleeves, on my thighs, running down my cheeks. This is what surviving looks like, my dear.”
— Michelle K., It Has Been One Hell of a Year.
Villa Casa Vara / Caprini & Pellerin Architectes
Photos © Caprini & Pellerin Architectes
“I cleaned my apartment when no one was coming over, and cooked elaborate meals with no guests in mind but myself. I began to learn to say “no” to things, to define space for myself. I considered decisions longer, and hurt people less. With no one else’s needs into which to escape, it becomes much more difficult to skid through life on self-delusion and comfortable ignorance. Living alone is a confrontation with the mirror, a removal, if only for certain hours of the day, from the social contract, outside the systems of manners that grow up around women like strangling vines. It is becoming the witch in the forest, powerful and watchful and silent, setting visitors on edge. […] The things I miss could be seen as childish, a state of being in which I was never obligated to consider anyone’s needs other than my own. Women are pushed out of childhood so quickly, shoved without ceremony into the heavy social obligations of adulthood. Living alone is a reminder that we can make our bodies antisocial, hoarding our selfishness and our silence. Loneliness and solitude are privileges of thoughtless and full-throated adulthood traditionally handed to men and kept from women. They are the strange and rich pleasures of the world beyond the social, beyond the structures of home and family.”
— Helena Fitzgerald.
Our culture has accepted two huge lies. The first is that if you disagree with someone’s lifestyle, you must fear or hate them. The second is that to love someone means you agree with everything they believe or do. Both are nonsense. You don’t have to compromise convictions to be compassionate.
Rick Warren (via thatkindofwoman)
When you can tell your story and it doesn’t make you cry, that’s when you know you’ve healed.
Unknown (via thatkindofwoman)
Let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Sensible Thing (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Feelin thirty 👑 #bliss (at Greenpoint Loft)
Holy shit selfishness is a scary hole you can dig yourself into if you arn’t careful.
Find someone who wants to invest in you, learn from you, see you win, support your visions and fall in love with you daily.
(via deeplifequotes)
Let me go
My best friend, boyfriend, lover/ through learnin, lovin, fightin, cryin, and demo-in in her bricks, it just keeps getting better. Lookin forward to our future together. Two months to wv studio move in #💜〰 #oneyearanniversary #thelinn #rollercoasterlove (at Charleston, West Virginia)
He said, run your livelihood like an assembly line, and you’ll make more. It’s profit, girl, are you thinking about it enough? Tell me your percent efficiency. You can have money and be happy. Pick one thing you are good at and do it over and over again, and you’ll find success. We don’t need unknowns here. Work on the business, not in the business. You’re getting old, his look tells me. But then what is the work, what are we making here when there is no exploration? ‘80% making, 20% exploring, is what I tell my team’. But how can we percent out experimentation and exploration? How can I sleep or find that heavy sense of tired after a fulfilling days work without experimentation and unknowns? Is it an art, or a science, is the question I guess. Is it intuition, or logic-based deduction. Why can’t I sleep without wonder? How is it that we should all define work the same way? Success is different for each of us.