It Gets The Worst At Night

daily prompt: rolling stone


headlights / highways / your life collides with mine
we’re stepping into shelter / movin out of shadow / we made some wrong moves
along the way / oh we might have strayed / will i forget your face / and your fluid gait
or will i / will i stare into the stillness / this is where i miss you / so long / headlights

headlights – dispatch


Last Known Surroundings

daily prompt: the artist’s eye.

is there a painting or sculpture you’re drawn to?
one? hundreds.
it was tough to choose only one. here it is.

bildnis amalie zuckerkandlthe portrait of amalie zuckerkandl, painted by gustav klimt.

i wish i were a critic or something, maybe i could describe what it is that captures me about this portrait.
it is unfinished.
it’s sad, even though the canvas is covered in pink and turquoise.
all the colours in the world merge on her skin, and yet she seems to faint.
her eyes speak volumes about how she knows so much but dares to tell so little.
it’s war.

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when i first saw it during my graduation trip in vienna, i was hooked, immediately.
i read that klimt died in 1918. he never had a chance to finish this portrait.
i sometimes wonder if her dress would have been as black as the ribbon around her neck.
but i can’t imagine anything else than the naked canvas for her gown.
it really emphasizes her expression.

and maybe the painter wondered the same thing.
maybe that’s why he cautiously worked out every detail of her bare skin
and died, before he could think of a shroud.