delights of self-revelation
The Anchorite
Raptures
"To be moved is to be alive... it's all kinds of things. It's tears, and it's shock, and it's flabbergasting. And it feels like a profound sorrow when I am reluctant to say, I love this, I love this. I've never seen anything as beautiful in my life; that flower gives me a reason to be alive."
-Ross Gay​
Color
I know. So simple, right?
Recently, a student asked me to name a favorite, and I just couldn't. I like them all. I like them next to one another. I like muddy and ambiguous next to bright and clear next to neon next to metallic next to watery next to chalky next to ombre next to solid... and well, you get it.
The Scent of Peonies
Especially white ones.
playing
dress up
Please excuse the antique mirror selfie.
I was playing "Right Outfit, Wrong Shoe,"
a game that brings me endless entertainment and even results in get-ups that occasionally leave my bedroom.
Usually a fool-proof mood-lifter.
Give it a whirl- what do you have to lose?
coffee table
lilies
Entirely impractical as the highly pigmented pollen is a regular threat to the porous marble below, these lilies nevertheless remain a constant here. Fresh. Sculptural. Elegant.
