I don’t remember waking up for the second time. I remember staring at the ceiling of my room and noticing there was a spider there, and then there wasn’t. I remember being awake and aware and hearing the ladies in white scuttle around outside my room, and hearing David snoring lightly from the other side of the paper curtain that divided us, and hearing a quiet monotonous voice from the morning news on the little television down the hall. However, I also remember seeing the wooden ceiling of my bedroom, hearing Mother and the Father and Nanny and Ashby and Anabel and sometimes even Arminel argue and move about in the rooms above me. I remember feeling the silicone tubes that were now a part of me pump Important Medicine™ Continue reading
Throughout history, women have had to put up with whatever the world had to throw at them, no matter how ridiculous, with a smile and a poised posture, no matter what form the all-accepting woman would take. However, several paintings have been pointed out to me by Fashion Soup for the Sartorial Soul’s lovely Campbell Gee show that this wasn’t always the case. From a modern mindset and knowledge of the world, the social women in these centuries-old paintings are clearly having not the best time at these so-called parties. To combine the modern standard of women with the previously fundamental and closed-minded expectations of the past, I inserted a modern version of communication – text messages – with thoughts of equally modern proportions likely to be going through the women’s minds. Continue reading
In an unknown year, a Dutch master named Johannes Vermeer, painted “Girl With a Pearl Earring” – one of the most famous paintings in the world. However, the painting’s history is mostly blank: when Vermeer painted it, who the girl with the pearl earring was and who commissioned it is unknown. Vermeer didn’t date the painting with his signature, so there is much mystery to the work. In fact, there is speculation that the girl in the painting isn’t real, but a figment of Vermeer’s imagination.
Life after death is a big part of many religions, especially Christianity –– which acts as the inspiration behind many of the world’s most well known works of art –– so it’s no great surprise that there is such a vast array of paintings of Heaven and Hell easily within reach. Continue reading
I found this picture on the Internet. I didn’t know about it, but I was immediately angry because I’m a scary feminist. This is a painting of Marie-Anne Paulze Lavoisier and Antoine Lavoisier, often coined as the “mother and father of modern chemistry”. The couple worked well in tandem with each other, publishing many works. Continue reading
This series I like to call “P.A.I.N.T.I.N.G.” within my already artsy column –– “The Significance of Unimportance,” –– will be centered around taking old paintings and using my own visual art skills to paint over these works of art to make them something new; something no one may have thought of, giving the original piece a new feel and mood. I want to make something that is already whole into something different, because I believe that there is power in disparity. Continue reading
that infectious mark
the humans claimed it as
Albert was, for much of his life, sick. It was the kind of sickness that always seemed to Albert a passing storm, a light drizzle that would move slowly and steadily over the English houses and leave a layer of harmless dampness to be found in the morning; but whenever Albert would go to his mother in the evenings, saying in his small, child’s voice and vocabulary that he felt something sharp and uncomfortable emerging in the back of his head and along the lining of his throat, a sickness. His mother’s eyes would always widen, her lips pulling into a tight, fake smile before she led him down the walnut stairs to his bedroom. Every other night, she would tuck her smooth, gentle hands into the quilts over his small body so that they clung closer to him and read aloud from one of the darkly colored nursery books that ran along a shelf in the hallway. However, on nights like those, there was something more left in her effort, like she was worried she may leave something out that was especially important in that moment. On nights like those, she would even bring in his father (who was usually too busy to come down to tell his youngest son goodnight), and sometimes his oldest sister – if she was home – who was nearly old enough to have children of her own. Continue reading
I would like to simply begin with this: I do not condone fighting or violence in any literal or metaphorical sense of the word in any setting where it would actually be hurting people. Napoleon Bonaparte, who is the center of this very well-depicted painting, did a lot of this, and although he did other things helpful to people (a wide array of liberal reforms across Europe, including the abolition of feudalism and the spread of religious toleration), he did a lot of fighting. And that kind of sucks.