Imagine this:
Instead of waiting in her tower, Rapunzel slices off her long, golden hair with a carving knife, and then uses it to climb down to freedom.
Just as she’s about to take the poison apple, Snow White sees the familiar wicked glow in the old lady’s eyes, and slashes the evil queen’s throat with a pair of sewing scissors.
Cinderella refuses everything but the glass slippers from her fairy godmother, crushes her stepmother’s windpipe under her heel, and the Prince falls madly in love with the mysterious girl who dons rags and blood-stained slippers.

Imagine this:
Persephone goes adventuring with weapons hidden under her dress.
Persephone climbs into the gaping chasm.
Or, Persephone uses her hands to carve a hole down to hell.
In none of these versions is Persephone’s body violated unless she asks Hades to hold her down with his horse-whips.
Not once does she hold out on eating the pomegranate, instead biting into it eagerly and relishing the juice running down her chin, staining it red.
In some of the stories, Hades never appears and Persephone rules the underworld with a crown of her own making.
In all of them, it is widely known that the name Persephone means Bringer of Destruction.

Imagine this:
Red Riding Hood marches from her grandmother’s house with a bloody wolf pelt.
Medusa rights the wrongs that have been done to her.
Eurydice breaks every muscle in her arms climbing out of the land of the dead.

Imagine this:
Girls are allowed to think dark thoughts, and be dark things.

Imagine this:
Instead of the dragon, it’s the princess with claws and fiery breath
who smashes her way from the confines of her castle
and swallows men whole.

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Portrait of a Man as Saint George" (details), c.1550, Tintoretto.

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ending of my 15 page research paper: anyway here’s wonderwall

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Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
Dandelion Wine - Ray Bradbury
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Nocturne, No. 15 in F Minor | Frederic Chopin

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When a collections job pays more than $12/hr.

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Jean-Étienne Liotard (1702-1789)

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"Jean-Étienne Liotard first trained as a miniature painter in Geneva, where he mastered the extraordinary fineness of application that was to be the hallmark of his pastel style. While in his twenties he sought his fortune in Paris, where he studied in a prominent painter’s studio. After rejection by the Académie Royale, he traveled to Italy, where he obtained numerous portrait commissions.

Liotard next embarked on a journey throughout the Mediterranean region and finally settled in Constantinople for four years. Intrigued by the native dress, he grew a long beard and acquired the habit of dressing as a Turk, earning himself the nickname of “the Turkish painter.” While in Constantinople, he painted portraits of members of the British colony.

For the remainder of his life, Liotard traveled throughout Europe painting portraits in pastels. He gained an international reputation in this medium for his care and skill in achieving an accurate likeness of his sitters. At the age of seventy-nine, he published a treatise on the principles of painting, in which he explained his belief that painting is and should be a mirror of nature.”

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"Letting everyone down would be my greatest unhappiness."

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Language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

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un sot trouve toujours un plus sot qui l’admire
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes
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Kathleen Gilje, Susanna and the Elders Restored and Susanna and the Elders Restored - X-ray, 1998. Oil on Canvas.

"Ars est celare artem," (Real) art is to conceal art. -Ovid (43 BCE - c.18 CE)

With her experience as a conservator, Kathleen Gilje is familiar with the practice of taking X-rays of a painting in order to see any changes an artist may have made to the underpainting of a work. Using this technique Gilje simultaneously references both Gentileschi’s painting and her biography. This intertexual piece requires that the viewer know the story of Susanna as well as the story of Gentileschi’s rape and trial. Click here for a video of Gilje’s detailed explanation of the work and the references it makes.

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Jan Matejko “Rejtan - upadek Polski” - “Rejtan - the Fall of Poland”

Tadeusz Rejtan was a deputy in the Sejm (parliament) of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth in 1773, infamously known as the Partition Sejm (convened by the Russian Empire, Prussia and Austria in order to legalize their First Partition of Poland). On 21 April that year, Rejtan, in a dramatic gesture, is said to have bared his chest and laid himself down in a doorway, blocking the way with his own body in a dramatic attempt to stop the other members from leaving the chamber where the debate was being held (leaving of the chamber signified the end of the discussion, and the acceptance of the motion). [x] [x]

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I wonder if everyone else went through a bummed out “so I guess I’m not a child prodigy” phase? I think I’m just getting over mine. Recently I haven’t been thinking “it’s a shame I didn’t do X when I was younger” and instead been thinking more along the lines of “what do I want to do now?”

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Were you in my brain this morning?!

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