Klimt

Isabella

The Latin word for war, bellum, comes from the same route as bellus, or beautiful.

Time Travel

Here they are again, the people whom I have never known, and whom I cannot imagine. here they are again, waves of loss, beating against the mind's shore. Loss of what I did not know. The past ambushing me again with its metaphysics of absence. I strain to make the brothers more real, to give loss a context. But there are limits to what the imagination can do....

One cannot undo the past, redo it, heal it, cure it. And yet I am consoled by this near touching, this near meeting of parallel lines that, after all these years, seem to be bending towards each other.

Eva Hoffman, After such Knowledge

Eve after the Fall, Rodin

Confession

From Harpers sept 2010 issue

Anais Nin

"I am constantly reconstructing the pattern of something lost which I cannot forget"

Modern Melancholia

"The archetypal fashion photo conveys a certain coldness, froideur, disappointment,a profound reluctance to embrace domesticity and a preference for some undisclosed state of otherness...these endless stagings of femininity conjure psychic landscapes and scenarios of loss, melancholia and illegible rage....How does feminine melancholia come to feature as a condition of young womanhood today? What does it mean to be constrained, or stuck, or immobilised by a loss that must remain unspeakable?"

Angela McRobbie - Illegible Rage Pg112

The Silence of Sirens

"Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence. And though admittedly such a thing never happened, it is still conceivable that someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence certainly never."

Franz Kafka

The Sirens

John William Waterhouse

Two sisters of Persephone

Two girls there are: within the house

One sits; the other, without,

Daylong a duet of shade and light

Plays between these.

Sylvia Plath

Bright Young Things