brittle bones

[text ID: Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper. /end ID]

[text ID: Take a body, dump it, drive. Take a body, maybe your own, and dump it gently. All your dead, unfinished selves and dump them gently. Take only what you need. /end ID]

[text ID: Every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out / You will be alone always and then you will die. /end ID]

Maxfield Parrish

The Doctrine of Divine Light, 1954

Anastasia Trusova East and West

Artwork: Adelsteen Normann

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“Soon you’ll go on your way, and I shall miss you sometimes, especially at our times, when the light is fading and the evening gets into my bones. I live from one leave-taking to the next.”

— Amos Oz, Judas

(Belles-lettres)

via

'Wildflower Meadow, Upper Wharfedale'. Mike Smith.

June Skies, 1940

Maxfield Parrish (American, 1870-1966)

“Transformation is an ongoing process that tends to appear ordinary, when, in fact, something extraordinary is taking place.” ~ Suzy Ross

~ Mary Oliver, Devotions

Camille Pissarro (Danish-French, 1830-1903)

Uphill way to Osny, 1883

Anastasia Trusova

  Moonlight on the Coast  -  Paul Beebe 

American , b. 1965  -

Oil on linen ,  24 x 36 in

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