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Pomegranate and Lion, 20" x 16" oil on linen, (2014) Rubik Kocharian

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Looking at old photos makes me think there’s a reason some cultures believed that photos can steal your soul. Because like now a days pictures just look like what you look like unless you use filters or face tune or something but back then they seemed to have so much more depth to them sometimes so like I get it. They used to look as if they blurred the lines between reality and something just beyond it.

oh, but it's not only photos - it's paintings, too, oh it's the idea of our own image presented back to us or to others, immortalised, stuck in time, a physical trace of something that should be just a moment, something that should perish and die and be sweetly insignificant.

it's mirrors, even, forcing us to see ourselves as others see us - and yet as no one actually sees us, not at all.

your mother should know your face and remember it. your lover should know your face and carry it in their heart. your children should know your face and dream of it once you're gone.

anything beyond that awakens something strange in our hearts - rightfully or not. what a human, human sentiment.

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miranda silveira rehearsing dying swan for world aids day

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Dark Academia self-care tips for the wintertime.

Embrace the beauty of the natural world as we enter into the depths of winter. There’s something wonderfully haunting about the barrenness, the muted saturation, the quiet. This season is like the stillness between the exhale and the inhale. Dwell in that space.

Attempt to get into the habit of waking up early, even if you only manage it on odd occasions. This time of year, the sun might rise later than you. Bask in the morning twilight.

Dress well and fully, even if you do not intend to leave the house.

After you wake up, go for a walk, be it brief of meandering. For a time, don’t listen to music, but rather hone in on the silence, the sound of your footfalls, the winter birds.

If you live near a park or otherwise pleasant natural area with benches, take with you a novel or poetry collection, and linger for a time to read. Remember to wear gloves so that you may turn pages without discomfort.

Open a window periodically throughout the day, even if it’s cold. That brief blast of air will anchor you to the natural world.

Try to complete at least one chapter of reading per day. Tend to your mind just as you tend to your body.

If you wish, compose handwritten letters to those you care for, or fear with whom you may be losing touch. A physical letter holds so much more weight than a text or email. Practice your cursive, make the letter a work of art.

Eat dark chocolate rather than milk chocolate, tea rather than soda, whole bread rather than white.

Keep a handwritten journal of your upcoming tasks, daily aspirations and idle musings. Maintaining a written record of one’s obligations helps to remind oneself of their true scales. Otherwise, they might try to expand and sprout teeth in your mind.

Work hard. This season is stark and unyielding, as are you. You were built for this. Face the storm head on.

As night draws in, play some classical music in the candlelight. Close your eyes, tip your head back, and lean into it. Let the song flow through you in haptic ecstasy.

Before retreating to bed, record some of the positive experiences brought to you throughout the day: from tasks you completed successfully, to poetic thoughts that stuck you, to birds you spotted on your windowsill. Kindle your childlike sense of wonder, for there is so much in this world to wonder at.

Breathe. Always. Feel it.

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