I wonder why we crave infinity so badly. All of our lives are centered so often around legacy, around meaning and profoundness not because they are important to us now, but because they are infinite concepts that we concern our time with. As I glance out my window in my studio, watching time pass by I find there to be such beauty in the temporary nature of existence. The ideas behind principles, morals and ideals I don't have any particular issue with. Life void of meaning is too uncomfortable for us to live. Rather, it is the idea that once we establish something it must last that makes me revolt. Decay may not be beautiful, but often it's necessary. Destroying is another act of creation, if only because it makes room for a new creation.
“The Roses of Heliogalabus” By Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1888)
“Oppressit in tricliniis versatilibus parasitos suos violis et floribus, sic ut animam aliqui efflaverint, cum erepere ad summum non possent.”
“In a banqueting-room with a reversible ceiling he once buried his guests in violets and other flowers, so that some were actually smothered to death, being unable to crawl out to the top.”
end of june 2022
coffee diaries from the last few days
Proserpine by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1874)
Pre-Raphaelite
“I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and could see, in no uncertain terms, that I was beautiful. But it didn’t mean anyone loved me,”
The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid
5.18.22
another day, another afternoon spent sketching in a coffee shop
the entire plot of arcane i guess
oh my gosh i was just reading about her just today i love the way female artists in the late 1800s showed the first glimpses of domestic female life from a woman’s pov i just think its so lovely thinking about her painting these lovely things
There is something comforting and feminine about Berthe Morisot’s paintings ♡
6.22.22-6.23.22
wooo these were my summer classes crunch days but now i’m ahead in my hw!! also i graduated speech therapy so my mom and i went out for lunch and starbies yesterday. today i went out to coffee with my dad all morning and now i’m at work. i did so much hw at my job i feel so productive. also i finished dracula today and i feel so adrift now. what is next for me???
5.15.22
the feminine urge to listen to famous last words on your way home from work at 7:15 pm and just look at the sunset and feel so present and human for a few minutes
Ophelia by John William Waterhouse (1889)