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“Take me to an art museum. Kiss me between the paintings.”

Musee de l'Orangerie by Claude Monet

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Virginia Woolf - The Waves

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“I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.”

— Egon Schiele

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“There are any number of ways to lose the people who make up the fabric of one’s life. Sometimes the alteration is slow, internal, almost invisible, so that one does not notice until years later that the other has been gone for half a decade. Sometimes the person one has become attached to changes so radically it is as if he or she has died, to be replaced by someone else altogether.”

— Jane Urquhart, from Underpainter (McClelland & Stewart, 1997)

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Landscape in oil by Carl Fischer (1887-1962)

The Coast of Rothéneuf, near Saint-Malo, Maximilien Luce - 1934

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“One of the most persistent lies is that boys are angry”

One of the most persistent lies is that boys are angry.

And the shadow lie: that girls aren’t angry.

But even though we aren’t formally trained to hate like boys are, every girl is a natural expert:

We have so much to hate.

Listen: A growl that tastes like blood

Black reservoir Of anger splashing Closer than you think Beneath the slimy dock of everything I say In my person voice Nice woman voice

— Amy Berkowitz, from Tender Points

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let me tell you a secret – sometimes i think this might all be a bad dream. every now and then, when the world is quiet enough, when the yellow light hits the ceiling just right, i feel like a child again. sometimes i wish i could find the spot where time is the weakest, touch it, tear it apart, and wake up on the sofa, behind my parents’ backs where i’ve crawled after some nightmare. from the tv, a laugh track. i’m pretending to sleep. it’s summer. see, the balcony door is ajar. see, there’s a mosquito trying to get in. see, my heart isn’t aching. see?

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Clairol Advert, 1960s.

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“kiss you in french,

greet your waist in spanish

Dear God, I feel the villain pump through my veins. This is the language of love and I’m speaking in tongues.

-John”

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Amor and Psyche

Marble. 1st or 2nd century CE Roman copy of a late Hellenistic original.

In his autobiography “Lucinde”, German writer Friedrich Schlegel (1772-1829) wrote,

"This moment the kiss of Amor and Psyche is the rose of life. Love is not merely a quiet longing for the infinite; it is also the holy enjoyment of a beautiful present. It is not merely a mixture, a transition from the mortal to the immortal, but it is a complete union of both. There is a pure love, an indivisible and simple feeling, without the slightest interference of restless striving. Every one gives the same as he takes, one just like the other, all is balanced and completed in itself, like the everlasting kiss of the divine children."

Its graceful balance and sentimental appearance made it a favourite among the neoclassical generations of artists and visitors, and it was copied in many materials from bronze to biscuit porcelain.

(Rome, Capitoline Museums, Palazzo Nuovo, Hall of the Gaul.)

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