@MissAdventurous are you familiar with these ? I took this pic at Park of Roses 🌹 couple weeks ago …
20 May, 1886
Born in Fukushima Prefecture on this day in 1886, Japanese Yōga (Western-style) painter, papercut artist, feminist writer and poet Takamura Chieko (高村智恵子, 20 May 1886 - 5 October 1938) whose maiden name was Naganuma Chieko.
She died on 5 October 1938 from tuberculosis at the age of 52 and was buried in Somei Cemetery in Toshima-ku, Tokyo.
After leaving what is now Fukushima, and moving to Tokyo to attend university, Takamura joined the feminist movement called Seitousha (Japanese Bluestocking Society). The group self-produced a literary magazine in 1911 called "Seito" (青鞜), meaning "Bluestocking", which published short stories and poems relevant to womens’ issues of that time. In 1911, Takamura drew the cover of their first issue. The feminist publication was eventually banned by the government for “disrupting society”.
Takamura established herself as a Western-style (Yōga) painter with her use of oils, but she also used other materials and methods, such as cutting paper to create cut outs and collages.
From 1914 until her death in 1938, Chieko was married to Japanese poet and sculptor Takamura Kōtarō (高村 光太郎, 13 March, 1883 – 2 April, 1956). Her husband wrote about her in a series of poems, titled "Chieko's Sky" (智恵子抄, Chieko-shō, literally "Selections of Chieko", which are still widely admired today. The translated title, "Chieko's Sky", is from one of the poems, "Childlike story" (あどけない話, Adokenai hanashi), where Chieko longs for the sky of her childhood.
Chieko-san is shown here as a student, c. 1901-1903.
@OhioMike oh my goodness..... That is SO COOL 😁 I never heard of that particular plant before....love this.
☞Arrrgh!
☞Today in History -- On today’s date 322 years ago during the Golden Age of Piracy on Friday, May 23, 1701, famous 17th-Century Scottish Pirate Captain William Kidd (1654-1701) met his earthly demise at the age of 47 when he was hanged for the crime of piracy at Execution Dock near the shoreline of the River Thames in the district of Wapping in East London, England.
☞Requiéscat in Pace, Captain Kidd.
☞William Kidd, who was born at Dundee, Scotland in 1654, established himself as a sea captain before settling in New York City in 1690, where he bought property, married, & was commissioned by New York to rid the coast of enemy privateers. In 1696, Kidd set sail for the Indian Ocean, but he met with little success & failed to capture a major prize until February 1698, when the Quedagh Merchant, an Indian vessel sailing under a French pass, was taken. Word of Kidd’s capture of the ship, which was heavily laden with treasure, aroused controversy in Britain, as the ship had an English captain.
☞Suspicions that Kidd had turned to piracy were apparently confirmed when he sailed to St. Mary’s, Madagascar, an infamous pirate haven. Upon learning of the piracy charges against him, he sailed to New York in hopes of clearing his name; instead, he was arrested & taken to London. In 1701, he was tried on five charges of piracy & one charge of murdering a crewman. Convicted on all counts, he was executed by hanging on May 23, 1701. In later years, a colorful legend grew up around the story of Captain Kidd, including reports of lost buried treasure that fortune seekers have pursued for centuries.
☞ “The Ballad of Captain Kidd” is an English song about Captain William Kidd, who was executed for piracy in London on May 23, 1701. The song was printed in Britain in that same year, & it traveled to the overseas colonies “almost immediately.”
☞The 1824 book “Tales of a Traveller” by noted American author Washington Irving (1783-1859) makes mention of the Ballad of Captain Kidd:
“There’s a fine old song about him, all to the tune of -- My name is Captain Kidd, As I sailed, as I sailed --
And then it tells the story of how he gained the Devil’s good graces by burying the Bible:
I had the Bible in my hand, As I sailed, as I sailed, And I buried it in the sand As I sailed.
☞The photograph depicts an Early-Victorian-Era woodcut illustration entitled “William Kidd Hangs in a Gibbet at Tilbury Point, on the River Thames” -- from an 1837 book entitled “The Pirates Own Book, Or Authentic Narratives of the Lives, Exploits, & Executions of the Most Celebrated Sea Robbers” by noted Boston stationer, almanac maker, & author Charles Ellms (1805-1851).
Self love is the best and most trusted love
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They call me Tiger 🐯. I go NONSTOP!!! 💯 I like to cuddle while Listening to music, watching a movie or just talking.
@MissAdventurous
You go girl!
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‘’Do you love Me?" Alice asked. "No, I don't love you!" replied the White Rabbit. Alice frowned and clasped her hands together as she did whenever she felt hurt. "See?" replied the White Rabbit. "Now you're going to start asking yourself what makes you so imperfect and what did you do wrong so that I can't love you at least a little.
You know, that's why I can't love you. You will not always be loved Alice, there will be days when others will be tired and bored with life, will have their heads in the clouds, and will hurt you. Because people are like that, they somehow always end up hurting each other's feelings, whether through carelessness, misunderstanding, or conflicts with themselves.
If you don't love yourself, at least a little, if you don't create an armor of self-love and happiness around your heart, the feeble annoyances caused by others will become lethal and will destroy you. The first time I saw you I made a pact with myself: ' I will avoid loving you until you learn to love yourself.' "~
~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
art: Milo Winter, Alice In Wonderland, 1924.
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“You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.
Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby.
But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.” Margery Williams Bianco - The Velveteen Rabbit, 1923.
Shirley Kite - The New Moon, 1927.
LOL why thank you @warm_embrace ...I'm here for it lol 😆
“And if you have ever been abandoned, be a constant. If you have ever been wrapped up in nights so dark, you could not find your way back home, be light. If you have ever fallen apart into a thousand, fractured pieces and wondered where on earth everyone has gone, be present. If you have ever felt unworthy, unbeautiful, unseen, unknown, unheard, be love. I tell you the truth. Some of the most precious things we learn are from the fires that we've endured.”
— Ullie-Kaye
[ Art • “Kintsugi” by Eva Gamayun ]
When you sit on the shitter and don't shit, just sit, is it still a shitter, or just a sitter ?
@pmvines i think it means you’re decapitated and need druids 🤔