I am loathe to use the word “creepy” when discussing the abandoned asylums I regularly photograph. Most of them are beautiful, and there is more optimism than gloom. But sometimes, it’s just the best word for a specific moment - like when I came up a staircase in the wards of Worcester State Hospital in 2008 and saw this pram, dimly illuminated by the light coming from a crack in a board at the top of the staircase. Who, on the wards of an asylum for the long-term care of the seriously insane, would have need of a baby carriage? Especially on the outer wards, reserved for the chronic and violent patients? Why was this artifact here? Imagining a baby in the asylum I have always considered among the most dismal - for the experiments performed in the basement above all - was an unnerving thought, and the discovery of a tiny tricycle later on in the day did nothing to alleviate the unease.
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When you hold me there are words for that.
I do not remember the words for that but I remember that there are words.
There are not words for when you do not hold me.
I remember that there are no words in the world so I say them.
All She’s Got, art by Bryan Crowson. My friend Shelly Hampton’s husband, Joe, celebrates his birthday this week, and Shelly wanted to create a special piece of art for him as a gift. When they met, her resemblance to Kate Winslet caught his eye, so she thought it would be fun to remind him of that. Happy Birthday, Joe!
#art #female #figure #oneofyourfrenchgirls #titanic #women
My therapist asked me to create something “motivating” so I made these.
I really love these, and I reblog them every single time. Some of you don’t realize how easy it’s to forget to do some of those stuff or how hard they can be some days.
Some of us really, really, need these.
NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.
NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE. LIVE.
URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.
<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>
NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN
EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE
PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA
NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA
REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT
PRETEND IT’S 2BYA
NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE.
FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT.
PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.
STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA
NO “MATTER”. EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.
THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.
TIME DOES NOT EXIST.