Centering myself with the wisdom of others.
"moved as she was by some instinctive need of distance and blue"
- Virginia Woolf
- Next to Normal
"The whole sea for miles ran red and gold"
- Virginia Woolf
"Then beneath the colour there was the shape. She could see it all so clearly, so commandingly, when she looked: it was when she took her brush in hand that the whole thing changed. It was in that moment's flight between the picture and her canvas that the demons set on her who often brought her to the verge of tears and made this passage from conception to work as dreadful as any down a dark passage for a child. Such she often felt herself - struggling against terrific odds to maintain her courage; to say: 'But this is what I see; this is what I see,' and so to clasp some miserable remnant of her vision to her breast, which a thousand forces did their best to pluck from her."
- Virginia Woolf
Perhaps a bit heavy on Virginia Woolf...but perhaps I am simply and instinctively in need of distance and blue.
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