PEP. 20. University of Chicago, 2016.
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Aaaah working at the Chicago History Museum as an intern in the curatorial department this summer!!!!!!


Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
See the almost imperceptible text on the wall in this photograph? Well, that’s what I’m writing my visual analysis about. Yep, you heard me, visual analysis.  This work is anything but simple, though, and I’m terrified to write about it. My professor told me she didn’t think anyone would actually write about this work of the nine or so from which we could choose. In a class about sculpture and spatial artistic practices, I chose the work that works within those parameters in the most ambiguous way. But, my professor told me that if anyone could write successfully about this work, I would be the one to do it. And, honestly, that scares me more than anything.

In other words, this is me biting off more than I can academically chew once again—but hopefully becoming a better thinker in the process. 

(Felix Gonzalez-Torres, Untitled, 1989-present)

someone please sublet my apartment this summer/fall kthanksbye


Bouquet of Flowers in a Vase (Vincent van Gogh) (1890)

Portrait einer Dame in Blauem Kleid, 1893 (detail).
  • Other girls: Starbucks, iPhone, boy bands, Uggs and yoga pants, John Green, endless drama over boys
  • Me: impeccable waistcoat, Federalist Papers, loose constructionist, endless drama w/ Aaron Burr, I am Alexander Hamilton
❝ April is the cruelest month, T.S. Eliot wrote, by which I think he meant (among other things) that springtime makes people crazy. We expect too much, the world burgeons with promises it can’t keep, all passion is really a setup, and we’re doomed to get our hearts broken yet again. I agree, and would further add: Who cares? Every spring I go out there anyway, around the bend, unconditionally. … Come the end of the dark days, I am more than joyful. I’m nuts.

— Barbara Kingsolver (via emotional-algebra)