In winter we sit side by side at 4am, waiting for the sunrise; we will be here for hours watching the window, counting stars which could be suns and planes which could be stars which watch us back, and then finally she stretches and rises, painting our silent morning yellow until we cringe against the…
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Creative Writing: January
In winter we sit side by side at 4am, waiting for the sunrise; we will be here for hours watching the window, counting stars which could be suns and planes which could be stars which watch us back, and then finally she stretches and rises, painting our silent morning yellow until we cringe against the…
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Creative Writing: A Study of Two Girls with Van Gogh’s “Self Portrait”, Museé d’Orsay, July 2014
he painted himself in dozens of frames, each time remade and recycled, each time new. i tell you this as we stand side-by-side surrounded by van gogh’s work and before us his image and i cannot explain to you why this makes me cry, why his recreations break my heart. i think maybe you understand…
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