Latest Posts by ifigethighenough - Page 3
A view from a plane window at 36,000 feet above Sahara Desert. @menavisualss
Joseph Granié (French,1866-1912)
The Kiss, 1900
Oil on canvas
Helaena having a panic attack after being forced to publicly expose her grief…Rhaenyra as a grown woman admitting that she never completely trusted her groomer/abuser…Alicent accepting that her and her daughter are nothing but pawns to be used by men who benefit from their pain and grief…“I have been a piece that you moved about the board.”
My heart will always be with the women of this show.
Daytime Moon by Andrew McCarthy
I think she waited just for us
6/25/24 10:30am
Mid-morning stretches, the world waking,
but the moon waits, patient,
a silver sentinel in the sky.
You tell me you see her too.
Miles dissolve in that moment,
as we sit apart yet together,
eyes lifted, hearts bound
by the moon’s gentle persistence.
She is beautiful, you say,
and in that beauty, we find a connection.
No words needed, just the understanding
that for now, the moon is ours.
Edvard Munch, Summer Night By the Beach
{Margret atwood & Franz Kafka}
Ilya Repin - Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan House of the Dragon - 2.01: A Son for a Son
Sergiu Ciochină (Moldovan,b.2001)
Green building
Oil on board
A letter to your heart
I have spent countless hours over the years ruminating on my actions. There is no way to express the depth of my regret and sorrow for the pain I caused you. I was willfully blind to the ways my anger and inner turmoil spilled over, my words cutting into you like daggers. You of all people did not deserve to bear the brunt of my unresolved shit. Your love was the light of my life, a light I dimmed with my own darkness. I see how my actions shattered you, making it difficult for you to open your heart again. Being afraid to love, burdened by scars I left on your heart, is a weight I should have to carry. Not you. You, who's love is a precious treasure. I hope you know how incredible you are, someone deserving of a love that is gentle, kind, and unwavering. I hope you can find a way to open your heart to someone who worships the ground you walk on. Who shows you the love and reverence you well deserve. While I am profoundly sorry for everything, I will never ask for forgiveness or another chance, I simply want to acknowledge that you deserve so much better than what I gave you. And I want to thank you for allowing me back into your life. It's more than I could've dreamed of.
Eternally yours
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
just finished assassin’s blade….
my heart is in pieces but okay….
How devoted the sea is to the moon
Across the vastness, I feel the pull, A force unseen but ever-present, Binding my spirit to yours, As the sea yields to the moon’s silent command. Stars drift in their eternal waltz, Planets spin in celestial harmony, Yet my heart finds its orbit Around the essence of you. No barriers hold the tide of my longing, No distance dilutes the depth of my yearning. In dreams, we meet where time dissolves, Two souls entwined, beyond the reach of moments. You are the constant, as the moon, In a universe of endless flux. I am the wave, relentless, drawn To the shore where you stand waiting.
Phyllis Shafer (American, 1958) - Moonrise (2015)
Tatiana An (Ukrainian,b.1992)
Just a Wonderful Day, 2024
Acrylic on canvas
shoutout to my friend for this absolutely wild commission
"Marine Life" mosaic. Date: 1st-2nd centuries AD.
Minor Arcana by Casimir
Carl Fahringer (Austrian, 1874–1952), "Herons"
Alfonsina Storni, from Mask & Clover: Poems "The Siren"
why paint cats: the ethics of feline aesthetics - burton silver + heather busch (2002)
I have no right
I have no right to miss you,
though your voice graces my days,
a familiar melody
A comfort I don’t deserve.
We speak, and in those moments,
I feel the warmth of what we had,
a bond truer than true,
a love I hold in reverence.
Gratefulness fills the gaps
where longing tries to creep in.
I’m thankful just to know you,
to share these hours of conversation.
I have no right to miss you,
but my soul is quietly grateful
for the chance to hear your voice,
to feel a part of your world.
I have no right to miss you,
but I do, endlessly, fervently,
with every beat of my regretful heart,
with every breath I take.
Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, from “Carmilla”
Girl what do you MEAN?
My Love Sings When the Flower is Near (The Philosopher and the Woman), Angelo Filomeno, 2007
Embroidery on silk shantung stretched over linen with crystals 155 x 90 ¼ in. (393.7 x 229.2 cm)