An ongoing archive of admirable pieces and their tales…
“It’s raining women’s voices
as if they had died
even in memory,
and it’s raining you as well-
Marvellous encounters of my life
(o little drops!)”
― Apollinaire
There is absolutely nothing more refreshing than the sound of a Mourning Dove singing about the cold, crisp morning air on a rainy September Sunday. I have felt a sensation of peace and ease wash over me as of recent, and a deep relief, one I’ve been waiting eagerly and…
Venus at her Mirror, 1647, is a stunningly positioned, lightly saturated, highly voyeuristic painting by Diego Velazquez, his only surviving portrait of a female nude. He was the pioneering painter of the Spanish Baroque period, appearing within the movement a decade or so after Caravaggio’s death. His status as primary…
She lays in a fetal position, nude, with her knees held up tight to her forehead, and with her left arm underneath her head. She holds herself gently. Her seemingly lifeless body folds into the vase’s rounded shape, as if blending the two together into a single element. Even with…
Academically challenged, artistic, distraught and insecure, Marie spent her teen years balancing between few means of support. Being a schoolteacher, although only her mother’s dream for her, had become a dream unfeasible, regardless. Marie had described herself as “sad, ugly, and devoid of hope.” Nonetheless, she excelled at drawing, and…
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Earth As My Guardian 