“Indeed, the moment that an artist takes notice of what other people want, and tries to supply the demand, he ceases to be an artist, and becomes a dull or an amusing craftsman, an honest or a dishonest tradesman. He has no further claim to be considered as an artist.”
Arguably the best photo I’ve ever taken using my phone of an ominous stranger on horseback approaching lazy cattle on a chalk hilltop beneath an irascible sky.
Ok the decorations are DOWN 😭 but the amaryllis are staying put, with lots of little shrines to them all over the house. I used to be terrified of growing amaryllis: don’t be. Just because their flowers look complicated doesn’t mean they ARE complicated.
I’m going to channel Venice and the fact they don’t take down the lights till after …
“Essentially, I wrote a book that I couldn’t find, and I published it so that other folks like me can find a book and be like ‘that’s so me’ in the way that my white counterparts can. Also, I want folks that are not like me to read it so they learn more about how the world works.” -