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