jamesryanomeara:

Andrew Wyeth - Christina’s World, 1948.
This might be in my top ten favorite paintings ever. The amount of contemplation I’ve put into this work is pretty much unparalleled. I don’t really know why it effects me so heavily. I think it has something to do with optimizing desperation, at least in my eyes.

But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm

"April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain."

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via viage)