Hang on, Little Tomato!



Lyon, France (by Guillaume Bessonat)

"Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can’t take it all in at once."

Detective Comics #210 (1954)

Window on Lac Léman, 1900 
Édouard Vuillard 

I’m drifting into a world of limitless dimensions!

Green and Blue: The Dancer (c.1893). James McNeill Whistler (American, 1834-1903). Transparent and opaque watercolor, over traces of black chalk, on brown wove paper, laid down on card.  Art Institute of Chicago.
Whistler’s models needed a certain degree of strength and agility, as he sometimes asked them to dance about his studio until he found a suitable pose. In Green and Blue: The Dancer, Whistler employed thin watercolor washes to distill the graceful movements of his lissome young model. The brown paper on which he painted lends opacity to the washes, thereby adding subtle weight to the thin veils of fabric draping the model.

“Me importa una mierda lo que piense el mundo. Yo nací puta, yo nací pintora, yo nací jodida. Pero fui feliz en mi camino. Tu no entiendes lo que soy. Yo soy amor, soy placer, soy esencia, soy una idiota, soy una alcohólica, soy tenaz. Yo soy, simplemente soy… Eres una mierda.”— Frida Kahlo, una carta nunca entregada a Diego Rivera