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i12bent: Francis Bacon: Portrait of Isabel Rawsthorne, 1966 -...

Thu, 06 Jun 2013 16:00:09 -0400

Francis Bacon: Portrait of Isabel Rawsthorne, 1966 - Oil paint on canvas (Tate)

“This is one of the many paintings Bacon made of his friend, the artist Isabel Rawsthorne. He preferred to base such works on photographs of the subject rather than work from life.Intimate knowledge of the sitter was also essential. ‘What I want to do is to distort the thing far beyond the appearance, but in the distortion to bring it back to a recording of the appearance’, he said.” - Tate text, May 2007

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Wed, 05 Jun 2013 20:00:17 -0400

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Wed, 05 Jun 2013 16:00:06 -0400

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Wed, 22 May 2013 16:00:06 -0400

i tend to dream a lot (as in remember most of them when i wake up) but for the past 3 days my dreams...

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 12:31:00 -0400

i tend to dream a lot (as in remember most of them when i wake up) but for the past 3 days my dreams have been really vivid

i was shopping at the CNE (canadian national exhibition). i couldn’t find anything i wanted so i hopped into a gondola which sailed around a home depot/ikea like warehouse. the idea was to pick up whatever you wanted before your gondola passed the shelf - i picked up some pen caps and burts bees lip chap. afterwards i spotted a man with dreadlocks and thought it was my cousin (he has dreads as well). i chased after him but lost him when he went up the stairs. all of the stairs were winding/really steep/would suddenly end or break off
i was back in high school and had to write an exam. it was an unusually large amount of kids - the room was probably the size of a football field. took forever searching for the exam with my name on it. i sat down to start but we all had to leave to watch the stations of the cross. however the stations of the cross weren’t christian, they were kind of demonic and i remember being nervous. when it finished, we headed back to the exam. i didn’t know anything and 2 minutes later the exam was over. we all got boxes of candy before we left. (also i had small conversations with several people i barely knew in high school)
i was with a bunch of classmates from one of my courses. we were studying for the exam but decided to go to the beach instead. while i was swimming, i got pulled out into the ocean and drowned. my dream went dark/blank for a bit (i assumed this was loss of consciousness from drowning). woke up in a hospital and left immediately. i didn’t remember drowning so i went off to my exam as if nothing happened. during the exam, i notice the girl next to me was from the same hometown as me. i finish the exam and go home to check my mark. on the course website, i see that my professor wrote that a classmate (he listed my name) was in an ‘accident’. i become really confused and the rest of my dream is an attempt to piece the story together: i got pulled out into the ocean and drowned, where a classmate ran into the water to try and save me. she also got pulled out into the ocean and apparently held up my body as we were stranded for days. fortunately, tide detergent had a spill in the ocean and sent out many boats to clean up. one of these boats found both of our bodies and brought us back to shore. the last i remember is lurking facebook to try to find the classmate who saved me so i could thank her.