1920s slumber party
1920s slumber party
When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lamppost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: “it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.” And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it.
When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about *design* and *balance* and getting *interesting planes* into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest *academical* tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on.
But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it.
And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care."
She walks the woods with bare feet, watches as the earth trembles under her magic, resonates with every feathery step. She picks wild roses and berries of bleeding bushes, pins their petals in her grimoire where she lists the most deadly spells, the most complicated potions that she serves lost hikers that wander trough her realms.
(if you listen closely, you can hear their lost screams echoing trough the sylvan groves.)
Araki Nobuyoshi - Flower Shade
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For so long I thought, (of being closeted) ‘Oh, I have to keep it private because my job is about creating an illusion’ and all those bullshit excuses.
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60 days left→ Ghosts"The ignorant frighten children with ghosts, and the better educated assure them there is no such thing. Our understanding may believe the latter, but our instincts believe the former; so that, out of this education, we retain the terror, and just believe enough to make it very troublesome whenever we are placed in circumstances that awaken it."
Departure of the Witches, 1878 by Luis Ricardo Falero.
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"Trollens styfdotter" by John Bauer, 1915.
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