Finished this cornflower blue summer frock!

“I think we’re just gonna have to be secretly in love with each other and leave it at that, Richie.”

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All Sons & Daughters

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@alwaysm modeling a sunny little number I finished recently. Proud of this one guys (at Heirloom Dress Co.)

Avett Bros Laundry Room

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Churning out dresses like butta. Follow your dreamz, guys.

Love the beautiful b&w of old Hollywood films. And this movie.

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cussyeah-wesanderson:

Moonrise Kingdom illustration collab by Caroline Dowsett and Alex Frazer

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I take them out of the wood box unwrap them from the muslin cloth

Lay them out on the cedar floor lay them all out in front of me

I pick up an ivory handled camel hair, one with synthetic bristles a porcelain handle, an angled brush, a round brush, cats tongue, goats hair

They are precious heirlooms they are so delicate

Gold, turquoise, yellow, white, and plum acrylic paint

I pick up the canvas to my right set it down in front of me

Cross my legs stare at the canvas for eternity

The light seeps from my fingertips they’re on fire

It’s alchemy not art just the right amount of paint and colors on the right medium producing a very particular result a new element not yet named

My hand is on the brush in the paint on the canvas before I’m even aware of it happening

I paint the brightest star in our solar system the clouds try to prevent me from seeing him but their efforts are feeble at best

I create entire landscapes of light I paint the moon

It’s so bright looks like fire bright like snow

I paint a whole sea of candles their wax never melts, a room filled with lanterns,

I paint Jupiter and Mars, a river of lightening bugs, neon mountain ranges

The canvas is saturated the paint spills out over the edges drips down slowly spills onto the floor seeps into the grain of the wood and the cracks between the boards illuminating everything it touches swallowing up the darkness I still have more to say I keep painting

The canvas is a swimming mess of color and sentences only I can read a secret language I can’t even see the canvas anymore don’t know where it went

Impulsively I continue on the top of my right foot Orion is lost in a tangle of golden ivy

It wraps around my legs and arms I paint orchids I’m a garden come to life

I paint sunflowers on my shoulders and morning glories on my hands I’m luminescent I become the lightening bug

I keep painting its in my hair the paint dries quickly suddenly I have new skin I don’t even realize it wasn’t ready for it I panic

It hardens covering my whole body it feels like being covered in lead I can’t breathe it weighs me down it’s too heavy I tear my clothes I try to walk can’t get up I fall I try to stand fall again I can’t get up

No one warns you that even the light will hurt

Everyone I know walks in and out of the room walks right past me they don’t look surprised to see me like this look like they know something I don’t

I crawl to the bathroom manage to get myself in the bathtub turn on the water with my feet its freezing cold but it will have to do this is life or death

I shiver uncontrollably in the water the paint is stubborn won’t come off easily

It’s caked into my eyelashes my hair and my clothes

I’m crying a whole spectrum of refracted light it’s really beautiful it finally begins to come off  

The colors swirl down the drain I watch them disappear I imagine this is what Dr. Seuss dreams about

My blue gold and purple skin returns to normal it runs off my body but this porcelain tub will be stained permanently

I sit up turn off the water stand up feel a little lightheaded climb out of the tub

I leave a colorful trail of footprints behind me as I walk into the other room

Catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror I’m startled I don’t recognize her

Color floods my cheeks but its not the paint I’m embarrassed to see the mess I’ve made there is paint everywhere all over the floor

I pick up the canvas I hang it on the wall

I hang it next to all the others there are literally hundreds but there is always room and there will always be more

Each one uglier more glorious more radiant than the last I’ve written entire novels on the walls of this house

I can’t stand the sight of it it hurts i dont like it but sometimes you just gotta do what you know is good for you

Can’t keep all that light and heat locked up inside your heart it will burn you up like a fever 

Holding the light in only makes the darkness darker

 So I pick up an ivory handled camel hair, one with synthetic bristles a porcelain handle, an angled brush, a round brush, cats tongue, goats hair, I search for a new canvas

Beautiful spring day inspired blackberry pie

Homegirl got hitched! Beautiful perfect day. #delosschreckwedding #pie #truelove

Guys, I’m getting pretty amazing at pour over.

cabinporn:

Historic cabin in Appomattox, Virginia.

Contributed by Jody Johnston.

Cabin in da woods please

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