Garden Path Among Azaleas, Savannah, Georgia.

-Portrait of the postman Joseph Roulin-

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watercolour on arches paper

utterly UTTERLY fascinated by Nathalie in the london special (and I say this as someone who wasn’t all that compelled by her before)

I’ve changed, she says - and proves it. When both the miraculouses she’s been looking for are right in front of her, she doesn’t take them. Doesn’t even try to. As though it doesn’t occur to her.

I’m not a mother, she says - but when she sees a child in pain, her first instinct is to hug them.

I’ll go to jail, she says - once again, arguably, taking the easy way out. That way, she doesn’t have to keep looking in Adrien’s eyes every day. She can feel her own guilt in peace, with no one else’s to mingle in with it.

Adrien will be okay because he has you, she says - to a child with the weight of the world on her shoulders. Nathalie doesn’t even try to lessen that burden; instead, she makes it all the more heavier.

I’m here to kill Gabriel, she says - and then what?

The Big Dipper and two phases of the moon. Elementary Science by Grades, Book One. 1930. 

Forgetful Me

Watercolor On Wood Panel

2023, 12"x 16"

Blue Forget Me Nots, Myosotis

Even the person you despise the most is created in God’s image

Walpurgis Night, from Goethe’s Faust by Alexander Liezen Mayer (1877)

adam wakes up, probes his side. rib gone, wound sticky. god's fingers have touched a place that will never be touched again. how does adam not curl up, swell and fall, beg god to touch him again. to touch him everywhere else. not just ribs but cheek, inner thigh, lap. the worst part of the side-wound is not that god penetrated you but that he won't do it again

there's a cat in my neighborhood with three little spots on his waist, so i've taken to calling him Orion 🌌