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“Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”

— Mary Oliver

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“Loving me isn’t easy, I have sharp edges, I have missing parts.”

— Donte Collins

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Carl Phillips, from “Civilization”, Then the War: And Selected Poems, 2007-2020

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-Emily Dickinson.

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Nooshin Ghanbari, from "transient"

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The days and nights that followed were very strange, of the sort that implacably forge the substance and experience of a human being. Could anyone who has not lived through such days and nights possibly understand? I would wake in the middle of the night and it was like someone waking up alone in a desert or lost in a shadowy forest…

– José Régio, from “A Sad Smile,” The Flame-Coloured Dress and Other Stories (Carcanet, 1999)

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I paint a lot of redheads. I like what the light does.

Red hair is truly delightful.. so many artists seem to paint redheads.. Is there a particular painting that you like?

Separately, why do you think that is? Redheads in art..

This is my favourite painting, it's sensual and special, the colours are amazing and still it's simple.

🎨 Federico Zandomeneghi's pastel work *Study of a Woman from Behind.

#art #redheads #art ideas

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Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles

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Now that my car is losing its paint, I know what to do!

#art #car ideas #rust and paint loss

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So lovely. I remember when she sent me the galleys for this book before it came out. I love her words so much.

“If you tuck the name of a loved one under your tongue too long without speaking it it becomes blood”

— Naomi Shihab Nye, from “Hidden,” Fuel (via petrichour)

#poetry #loves #naomi shihab nye #my past life #memories

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Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

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The secret of blue is well kept. Blue comes from far away. On its way, it hardens and changes into a mountain. The cicada works at it. The birds assist. In reality, one doesn’t know. One speaks of Prussian blue. In Naples, the virgin stays in the cracks of walls when the sky recedes. But it’s all a mystery. The mystery of sapphire, mystery of Sainte Vierge, mystery of the siphon, mystery of the sailor’s collar, mystery of the blue rays that blind and your blue eye which goes through my heart.

Jean Cocteau - 'The Secret of Blue,' Tempest of Stars: Selected Poems, 1997

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I’ve been trying to draw and paint every Thursday night until morning. The middle painting is from last week. I used a base of mica watercolor so she shimmers in the right slant of light.

#mine #whatlightdoes #me #painting #drawing #watercolor #my artwork

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And then one night his two pretty fly children flew away too, into the sky, into the moon… THE NIGHT OF THE HUNTER (1955) dir. Charles Laughton

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Hair is always a satisfying thing to draw.

#whatlightdoes #mine #painting #drawing #watercolor #my artwork #me #colored pencil #denton artist #denton tx

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francesca woodman

untitled (self-portrait with chair), 1977-78