“Just to step outdoors, see the light on the hills, the stars at night — I feel enriched.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry written c. June 1942, featured in “Mirages,”
Poleaxe, Northern Europe, late 15th century
from The Worcester Museum of Art
The skull of a young girl who was buried wearing a ceramic wreath - 300-400BC. This skull currently resides in The New Archaeological Museum of Patras in Greece.
i have been wanting a little on and off to use this platform as more of a personal blog/scrapbook and have it be my only online social for that purpose but then i start to feel weird about putting myself out there. which is funny considering my previous digital impacts
Pop Festival, photography by Martine Franck, 1976, in Le Castellet, Var, France.
Thomas Worsey, Still Life of Foxgloves, Mushrooms, Snapdragons, and Thistles
“Fairy tales — the proper kind, those original Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen tales I recall from my Eastern European childhood, unsanitized by censorship and unsweetened by American retellings — affirm what children intuitively know to be true but are gradually taught to forget, then to dread: that the terrible and the terrific spring from the same source, and that what grants life its beauty and magic is not the absence of terror and tumult but the grace and elegance with which we navigate the gauntlet.”


