I am starting my own version of Elementals at Westtown School next week! It only seems right that such a beautiful art movement is shared with a school that believes in and teaches such similar values. I can’t wait to get started and see what these kids come up with!!
Gustav Klimt, Kiss, 1908. Oil on canvas
- I don’t really know why I love this painting. But I love it, I love it I love it. I can’t get it out of my mind.
(Source: magneticmoment)
I can remember watching this movie for the first time years ago with my mom, a real classic.
And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam;
He followed like a bloodhound on their track,
Till they halted cowed and beaten; then he turned their heads for home,
And alone and unassisted brought them back.
But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,
He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;
But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,
For never yet was mountain horse a cur.
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise
Their torn and rugged battlements on high,
Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze
At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,
And where around the Overflow the reed-beds sweep and sway
To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,
The Man from Snowy River is a household word today,
And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.”
The Man from Snowy River
By A. “Banjo” Paterson
(Source: cowboyhuntress)
Dirty dizzy spaces,
skin upon skin,
upon skin upon skin.
This is how we started.
This is how we tangle.
Eying eyes on flavorful opportunity.
Tempting and tasting lines
were making
A pattern of braking
boundaries.
