this is my new favourite website. it makes me want to immediately fly to new york and move in.
sometimes i wonder how it is i’ve forgotten how much i love art and art history. if just seeing details of my favourite paintings brings me to tears, i’m almost afraid to be in the same room with them.
i sat in front of “lady of shallot” at the tate for like two hours, just absorbing all the amazing tiny details that you never get to see. you should go, i’m sure they’re used to people in tears.
why live with phosphorescent shadows of the true?
when the real has a colour space of any hue.
cross-town culture i adore near thee…
ubc museum of anthropology
near seattle, glass magic, dale chihuly
marvel and wonder at the verity.
in the presence of the immortal,
time is timeless and we are eternal.
the joy made real is our portal,
to the place inside us ever vernal.