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When Van Gogh was a young man in his early twenties, he was in London studying to be a clergyman. He had no thought of being an artist at all. he sat in his cheap little room writing a letter to his younger brother in Holland, whom he loved very much. He looked out his window at a watery twilight, a thin lampost, a star, and he said in his letter something like this: “it is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.” And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it.

When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much and seemed to throw a clear light on the whole road of Art. Before, I thought that to produce a work of painting or literature, you scowled and thought long and ponderously and weighed everything solemnly and learned everything that all artists had ever done aforetime, and what their influences and schools were, and you were extremely careful about *design* and *balance* and getting *interesting planes* into your painting, and avoided, with the most astringent severity, showing the faintest *acedemical* tendency, and were strictly modern. And so on and so on.

But the moment I read Van Gogh’s letter I knew what art was, and the creative impulse. It is a feeling of love and enthusiasm for something, and in a direct, simple, passionate and true way, you try to show this beauty in things to others, by drawing it.

And Van Gogh’s little drawing on the cheap note paper was a work of art because he loved the sky and the frail lamppost against it so seriously that he made the drawing with the most exquisite conscientiousness and care.

Brenda UelandIf You Want to Write: A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit (via nyctaeus)

I had to squish a spider. :(

I didn’t want to but it was on the bedroom floor and I think it was a baby huntsman and it ran towards me when I tried to shoo it outside and I didn’t want it hiding in my clothes or in the bed so I squished it and now I feel really bad. Poor little guy just wanted somewhere to eat his bugs but he was freaking me out.


I’m a terrible person.
I know it’s just a spider but it was alive and harmless and I killed it. :(

A little girl points at me. “What’s wrong with her?” A mom with a Laura Petrie hairdo and pea-green shirt pulls down the child’s hand and whispers something in her ear. The girl gawks more discreetly, out of the corners of her eyes, and I know I’ve just witnessed a child learning to gawk like a grown-up.
Accidents Of Nature by Harriet McBryde Johnson (via stimmyabby)

Bow Down - The reason I put out Bow Down is because I woke up, I went into the studio, I had a chant in my head. It was aggressive, it was angry. It wasn’t the Beyoncé that wakes up every morning, it was the Beyoncé that was angry, it was the Beyoncé that felt the need to defend herself and I listened to it after I finished and I said..
"this is hot!" imma put it out. I’m not gon’ sell it, imma just put it out. People like it? Great. They don’t, they don’t and I won’t do it everyday because that’s not who I am but I feel strong and anyone that says “oh that is disrespectful” Just imagine the person that hates you. Imagine the person that doesn’t believe in you and look in the mirror and say bow down bitch and I guarantee you’ll feel gangsta.

- Beyoncé

(Source: life-of-beyonce)


The Trio, and the scars they got along the way.


Man, every time I finish the books I go through a period of mourning, and this time I am self medicating with fanart.

I borrowed Hermione’s scar from the movies, I actually found that part powerful, in a awful way, and Rons’ scars are from the fifth book, when they broke into the ministry and he summoned the brains.

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