The Burning of the Gaspee Charles DeWolf Brownell, 1892. I've been burning lots tributes these days as a part of tradition and ritual from my origins and culture. I don't mind it at all, other than the environmental repercussions - of course, I just think that the nonstop, drowning raindrops serve as an extreme oxymoron … Continue reading Rise from the Ashes.
Portrait of Suzanne Bloch Pablo Picasso, 1904. It is an uninspiring haiku coming from a drunk today. I don't really give a fuck if you do or not, but I really fucking miss this person in my life and want to talk to him even if I cannot at this state right now (yes, I … Continue reading Existence.
The Blind Man's Meal Pablo Picasso, 1903. You tried to investigate the sources of my pain. Darling, you mustn't worry, I knew you did it out of love. That's how the typical fairytales end: the knight in shining armor swoops up the damsel in distress. You were desperately trying to rewrite my sorrows into happily ever … Continue reading Knight in Shining Armor.
Girl with a Pearl Earring Johannes Vermeer, 1665. I've always been aware that this was a mistake. I just actively chose to ignore it. Sure, the decision wasn't right, nor was it wrong, but it was in a deep hue of gray. Our moment started shortly after the introductory glance; you were the moth, and … Continue reading Moth to a Flame.
Dante and Virgil William-Adolphe Bouguerau, 1850. They told me how toxic and damaging you are ever since I could remember. I'm more than just painfully aware of this fact. It was confusion at first. I was quizzical as to why anyone would love you, and how some (literally) couldn't live without you. There were barely any … Continue reading Inebriation.
