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Ozma of Oz by John R. Neil

Cinematography in Bumblebee (2018), filmed in the Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park in Santa Cruz county, CA

The Lost Princess of Oz By L. Frank Baum, illustrations by John R. neil (1917)

5.12.22

made breakfast and tea and journaled before class

(later my boss gave me a jelly donut at work)

Wine is slutty drunk and bourbon is cozy drunk

source: sunsetoned

5.10.22

had no classwork today so i got some personal reading done

i am just in love with the way Pio Ricci paints fabrics and gowns. they jump off the canvas

“The Bride To Be” By Pio Ricci (1850-1919)

“The Bride To Be” By Pio Ricci (1850-1919)

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history | charles dana gibson

charles dana gibson was an american illustrator, who is best known for his creation of the gibson girl, which was an iconic representation of an independent euro-american woman at the turn of the 20th century. a gibson girl was described as “a member of upper-middle-class society, always perfectly dressed in the latest fashionable attire appropriate for the place and time of day. the gibson girl was also one of the new, more athletic-shaped women, who could be found cycling through central park, often exercised, and was emancipated to the extent that she could enter the workplace. in addition to the gibson girl’s refined beauty, in spirit, she was calm, independent, confident, and sought personal fulfillment.”

Henri Lehmann - Ophelia (detail)

5.10.22

classwork and multiple cups of coffee

“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.”

“News from Sebastapol” By Charles West Cope (1875)

this painting brought me to tears. had to share immediately

Joseph-Marie Vien (1716-1809, French) ~ A Young Woman Watering a Pot of Flowers (La Jeune Athénienne), 1762

i love reading sad books bc when your own grief is stopped up inside you like a clogged drain you can grieve for a character on a page and understand that you're also grieving for yourself a little bit

i think this costume design is just gorgeous. my favorite outfit from frankenstein and bride perhaps

Elsa Lanchester as Mary Shelley in The Bride Of Frankenstein (1935)

Elsa Lanchester as Mary Shelley in The Bride Of Frankenstein (1935)

Daisy Ridley as Ophelia in Ophelia (2018)

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 ♡

5.9.22

coffee and a trip to the library today

Ozma of Oz illustration by John R. Neill

“From my rotting body flowers shall grow and i am them and that is eternity,”

-Edward Munch (1863-1944)

“To the Return of Times Lost” By Charles Amable Lenoir (1860-1926)

“Ophelia (And He Will Not Come Back Again)” By Arthur Hughes (1865)

Not all of us are meant for greatness. Perhaps I'm not meant to be known and have my face printed in newspapers and my name preserved in history book. And that is okay because if I cannot be great then I can atleast be good. I can be kind and gentle, I can smile at people I don't know and pet stray animals and make my loved ones laugh and I can laugh with them and I can love with all my heart. And if I can be good then that is enough. If I can make another of God's creations feel loved and cared for, is that not enough to make me worthy of the space I take in this world

“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

Mother, tell me what to do. How do I breathe without also choking on the air? How do I grow up without also losing my innocence?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned