Sunday, 11 September 2011
What I want is a season of calm weather. Contemplation. I get this sometimes about 3 A.M. when I always wake, open my window and look at the sky over the apple trees.
—Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 17 August, 1938 (quote found here).
Last night, I lay in bed wide awake, mentally working through all the things I still have to do before I submit my book manuscript to my publisher. A huge wave of restlessness washed over me, and I knew that sleep would be impossible. Then, at about 3am in the morning, I heard a bunch of drunk people screaming outside my window and this restlessness became a need to be very far away from everything. I opened up my laptop and looked at these images. They pacified me enough to fall asleep, and they calmed my thoughts into a gentle hum at the back of my mind.
It's typical to feel restless when you have a mounting deadline and when you've been working on something for so long. I always become a big ball of stress when I have to finish a big project. And somehow, this stress is amplified when all I see around me are the usual settings of office, study, familiar window. I suddenly wish for expanse and different spaces I could inhabit. I suppose that's why these images worked their calming magic on me last night. Still, I wish there was a way to momentarily inhabit them, to step inside each one of them for a little while, and wash my eyes over their scenery. I also wish I could step inside Woolf's season of calm, and look outside my window only to gaze at apple trees, rather than a street filled with Saturday night drunks ... a girl can dream, right?
Image credits (from top to bottom): 1. Untitled, 2. Untitled, 3. Untitled, 4. @ p.a.m., 5. Untitled, 6. Untitled, 7. ☆Christmas Stars Diamond☆, 8. s'mores, 9. Untitled, 10. Looking Out Through The Arbor, 11. Untitled, 12. Untitled, 13. Untitled, 14. John Singer Sargent's Breakfast In The Loggia, 15. Untitled, 16. Felice Casorati "Dreaming Of Pomegranates" 1912, 17. Untitled.