Path of Figs, by Giulia Bianchi
Oil on paper laid down on canvas
"When I was about 20 years old, I met an old pastor’s wife who told me that when she was young and had her first child, she didn’t believe in striking children, although spanking kids with a switch pulled from a tree was standard punishment at the time. But one day, when her son was four or five, he did something that she felt warranted a spanking–the first in his life. She told him that he would have to go outside himself and find a switch for her to hit him with.
The boy was gone a long time. And when he came back in, he was crying. He said to her, “Mama, I couldn’t find a switch, but here’s a rock that you can throw at me.”
All of a sudden the mother understood how the situation felt from the child’s point of view: that if my mother wants to hurt me, then it makes no difference what she does it with; she might as well do it with a stone.
And the mother took the boy into her lap and they both cried. Then she laid the rock on a shelf in the kitchen to remind herself forever: never violence. And that is something I think everyone should keep in mind. Because if violence begins in the nursery one can raise children into violence.”"
martin-jan van santen
Acropolis, Athens, Greece, (Erectheum, Caryatid Portico from the front), by Walter Hege 1928-30
Nocturne, Railway Crossing, Chicago, 1893 ~ Childe Hassam
you deserve to be in a relationship with a person who doesnt make you compete for their affection and never has you guessing where you stand with them
Cindy Crawford by Patrick Demarchelier for Vogue, January 1990