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“The French called this time of day ‘l’heure bleue.’ To the English it was ‘the gloaming.’ The very word ‘gloaming’ reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.”

— Joan Didion, Blue Nights

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My 6 moods

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Odoardo Fantacchiotti, 1811-1877

Pandora, n/d, white marble, 159 cm

Private Collection

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Aria Aber, from Hard Damage; “The only cab service of Farmington, Maine”

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Lovers in a Garden by Edward Burne-Jones, 1861

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Charles Sims, 1873-1928

Epilogue (The Three Graces), 1921, aquatint and engraving in three colours, 30x25.3 cm

British Museum Inv. 2019,7015.637

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Orange You Glad To Sneezeweed?

Watercolor On Black Paper

2024, 22"x 30"

Orange Sneezeweed aka Hymenoxys hoopesii and Blue Flax aka Linum Perenne

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August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade. This intensity, this heat, sun like a saw through your body.

Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body

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"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

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07/08/2025

Went to the lab and worked on analysing some substrates for my research project

Finished reading “Strangers: Essays on the Human and Nonhuman”

Started preparing for my term-time internship by reading some material on the developments in the renewable energy sector

Started a MATLAB online course

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Larking About

Watercolor On Birch Panel

2024, 12"x 16"

Purple Larkspur

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When I meet others like me I recognise the longing, the missing, the memory of ash on their faces.

No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark.

Warsan Shire, "Conversations about Home" from "Teaching my mother how to give birth"

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