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Moon Rising - Dale Bissland
Scottish, b. 1985 -
Oil on panel , 22 x 31 cm.
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Full Moon , Night - Ellen Davidzon , 2022.
Dutch , b. 1971 -
Oil on linen , 30 x 24 cm.
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Your quality of life will increase ten-fold when you learn to appreciate the sight of a little bird
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*They don’t like
“They don’t miss or pine for you. They don’t look for you in crowds or crave your voice. They don’t lose sleep wondering if you’re ok or wanting to share benign daily tidbits. They aren’t like you. Accept it and adjust accordingly.”
@daily-esprit-descalier
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But there was something almost agonising about speaking and being misunderstood or found unintelligible, something that got right to the heart of all my fears about aloneness. No one will ever understand you. No one wants to hear what you say. Why can’t you fit in, why do you have to stick out so much?
Olivia Laing, from The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone
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“The feminine character, and the ideal of femininity on which it is modelled, are products of masculine society. The image of undistorted nature arises only in distortion, as its opposite. Where it claims to be humane, masculine society imperiously breeds in woman its own corrective, and shows itself through this limitation implacably the master. The feminine character is a negative imprint of domination. But therefore equally bad. Whatever is in the context of bourgeois delusion called nature, is merely the scar of social mutilation.”
— Theodor W. Adorno, Minima Moralia, 59
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Edvard Munch (Norwegian, 1863-1945), Robat pa sjøen, 1904. Oil on canvas, 49.8 x 43.8 cm
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Summer Moon
by Jun Fujita
The rain, crazed like horses In the flare of lightning, has gone.
Against the clear washed sky Rain-drops on the twigs Reflect the moon.
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