This is my cute little footy tattoo done by my lovely friend Sarah at Oni Tattoo in Salt Lake City. It’s Monet’s Impression, Sunrise. Impressionism is my favorite movement in art, and this is the painting that started it all. I love it, and Sarah did a beautiful job, as always.
After a long day, you just want to go home and shove the closest edible thing into your mouth and watch whatever is on Netflix instant. And on weekends, you try to psych yourself up to go out at night but then you realize you are just so damn tired and Netflix instant sounds awesome. And there’s all that driving and like, having to wear pants.
My perfect relationship involves a guy who doesn’t mind that I consider reading while he’s in the room “spending time together.”
My perfect relationship involves a guy who can tell when I’m really engrossed in a book and knows that that means he needs to leave me alone or risk injury.
My darling. I’m waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone, and I’m horribly cold. I really should drag myself outside but then there’d be the sun. I’m afraid I waste the light on the paintings, not writing these words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we’ve entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we’ve hidden in - like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. Where the real countries are. Not boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you’ll come carry me out to the Palace of Winds. That’s what I’ve wanted: to walk in such a place with you. With friends, on an earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I’m writing in the darkness.
If you ever feel like watching me ugly-cry, just put this movie on.
The Lindau Gospel Book Cover is a signatory representative of the early and mid 9th century due to its quality to compel and garner admiration from the common masses. The cover exemplifies the attributes of many other works from its period.
It is a safe assumption that the majority of the citizens that lived during the time these works were created couldn’t read, and that works of art such as the book cover could function as a metaphor for the story contained within.