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Cafe Terrace at Night

by Vincent Van Gogh, 1888

Van Gogh wrote about the Cafe Terrace at Night painting in a letter to his sister, saying

“Here you have a night painting without black, with nothing but beautiful blue and violet and green and in this surrounding the illuminated area colors itself sulfur pale yellow and citron green. It amuses me enormously to paint the night right on the spot. Normally, one draws and paints the painting during the daytime after the sketch. But I like to paint the thing immediately. 
It is true that in the darkness I can take a blue for a green, a blue lilac for a pink lilac, since it is hard to distinguish the quality of the tone. But it is the only way to get away from our conventional night with poor pale whitish light, while even a simple candle already provides us with the richest of yellows and oranges.”

////So beautiful... I dedicate this post to my beloved older sister, brother, cousins, and my mother. They are my home wherever I end up.

Thank you for raising me to be the artist I am today.

I love you. I love you.

DAYS 009- 012

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“where does the wanderer go when the wanderer is tired?

when the wanderer is tired

the wanderer stops

i collect myself like moss stained rocks

left in the solitude of isolation

i am the echo in coral reefs

no one will ever swim close enough to hear

i bellow

like a yellow belly salamander

who has made home to a smoldering boulder

where does the yellow belly salamander go when its home is on fire?

the wanderer doesnt have a home for it

and the wanderer doesn't know when to stop wandering.

stop

wondering

where everything

goes”

(This is me)

QUICK NOTES////

> My life is happy

I am constantly in a good mood

I am almost always open to goofing off

I am happy being silly

It is how I grew up

and I will continue to grow this way

> Some days

life takes the life out of me.

I am always my hardest critic.

ALWAYS.

It is difficult to feel beautiful

and as happy as I was the day before

all the time.

I allow myself to breathe

and to remember that I am human, too

> I've always been an explorer.

I will never give up on my art.

I've been in a slump, lately,

I've been lost,

hopeless...

Today I learned that I can create beautiful things.

My art is proof that I am blessed to create.

To share, to love, and to inspire.

To be inspired and to grow.

To be a beautiful woman.

I am beautiful, too.