Jenny’s house of fun.

I have seen pictures and prints of the Manet many times, but I have to say that I had never previously noticed that the woman in the foreground is more or less poised to give the gentleman a 'foot-job.' Context, I think.
 
In the desert, Brits said, 2 sugars and 2 milks, NATO standard. Tea was at 5; and dont be late...
British tanks, even in WWII had a hot water spigot on the back specifically so that the troops could have tea in the field.
 
So I had an episode.

Not really sure what to say, but things spiralled for me and I couldnt get out of bed. So I didnt. Blinds down, under the cover, going down a dark path.
Usually when this happens I go off my meds and things get worse, luckily I kept taking them this time.
But it got pretty dark.

Slowly crawling my way out right now.
Step one is taking a shower and changing my clothes.
Connecting with the world again.
Talking to my daughter, explain why mom was crying so much.

And I need to eat something, been a few days.

Anyway, I am not asking for sympathy or anything like that.
So please don't.
Just figured you should know what happened.

Kirk out.
 
J. M. W. Turner
Wreckers -- Coast of Northumberland, with a Steam-Boat Assisting a Ship off Shore, 1833-1834
Oil on canvas
35 5/8 × 47 9/16 in | 90.5 × 120.8 cm

The colors in this one is just stunning, it is one of those paintings I can totally disappear into.
It's so bleak and the storm is so beautifully painted.
I just love this one so much.


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Paul Gustave Fischer
Evening West Rampart Street, Copenhagen, 1919,
Oil on canvas,
55,5 x 39,8 cm,
Private Collection

I love Copenhagen and I love the light in this one. Not sure how anyone can paint light like this. Especially on the street and sidewalk, just mind-blowing stuff.
But this painting makes me so happy.


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"There is a sadness in realizing that the person you have become is not the person you once wanted to be.
It is the sadness of looking back on your life and seeing all the ways you have compromised, all the dreams you have let go, all the parts of yourself you have lost along the way.
And in that sadness, there is a sense of mourning, not just for the life you could have had, but for the person you could have been."

— T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
 
So I had an episode.

Not really sure what to say, but things spiralled for me and I couldnt get out of bed. So I didnt. Blinds down, under the cover, going down a dark path.
Usually when this happens I go off my meds and things get worse, luckily I kept taking them this time.
But it got pretty dark.

Slowly crawling my way out right now.
Step one is taking a shower and changing my clothes.
Connecting with the world again.
Talking to my daughter, explain why mom was crying so much.

And I need to eat something, been a few days.

Anyway, I am not asking for sympathy or anything like that.
So please don't.
Just figured you should know what happened.

Kirk out.
Been there. Done that. Meds don't stop the drops, but it keeps them shallow enough that I stick around.
 
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