Life Drawing; Male Nude In The Studio Of Bonnat (1877), Laurits Regner Tuxen / Brideshead Revisited (2008),

Oksana Kravchenko

It spoke to you so strangely, in a voice that slipped between waves of softly droning static from a television screen.

you see a tiny sign planted in the ground. bending down to read, you just make out, in impossibly tiny script "a mundane clump of dirt; much beloved by god, like any other"

it lit.

Vintage Heart Shaped Woven Wicker Rattan Basket

newstead abbey, ancestral home of lord byron

sitting on the bus on a foggy morning and only thinking — is this, finally, my life? do i hold it with both hands? do i try to live?

solitude