I bit Jesus's hands and he cursed me like that one fig tree.

La Figuera de Chaouen , The Chaouen Fig Tree   -    Magí Puig

Catalan, b. 1966-

Oil on canvas,  116  x 89 cm.

What she called home was a fig tree leaning against the wall, fruit sweetening slow in summer heat.

Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, from Water & Salt; "Circling the Dome of the Sky"

my fig tree

i ate some rose petals tonight with someone.

it was casual and comfortable and small and nothing at all special but it almost felt like it was. a moment of relief and laughter found in the comfortable company of someone, a good anchor is a setting so convoluted.

it felt like something out of a book despite its determined normalness and its utter impossibility.

fig trees & possibilities

what if?

i'm no different from a can of pineapple

daisies, věra chytilová / the closed doors, pauline albanese / eve, anna lea merritt / the bell jar, sylvia plath / taste of cherry, abbas kiarostami / we are okay, nina lacour / melons and morning glories, raphaelle peale / fruit, azra t / chungking express, wong kar wai

yes dog motif, yes pomegranate symbolism, yes fig tree metaphor, I hear you, but when are we going to talk about a walnut? you lower yourself to pick it up, knees wet and dirty with mud, you hold the earthly pebble coated in a layer of skin, scalp like, and you think if you just break it open with one sharp sting of the hammer that there would be a sweet reward in the centre, a fruit of your labour, but it is bitter and sad, and shaped like viscera, and your fingers are stained a yellow brown that will never wash out. when

i want to be the psychologist that changes the world's mind about what it really does to a child to grow up the way i did

and i want to be the lawyer that saves children like the one i was

and i want to be the writer that irreplicably dismantles the minds of readers like the reader i was

and i want to be the woman who procures wealth to give it back to her city so that she never has to walk past a homeless person with her eyes downcast pretending not to see

and i want to be the woman that helps women prove to themselves that they don't need to throw their lives away for men

and i want to be a recluse that never talks to anyone ever again and lives and dies with myself

and i want to be a woman that is never afraid to love people

and i want to be a woman that makes everything it took to become her worth it.

-my fig tree

everyday girls are haunted by sylvia plath's fig tree analogy

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

El Sol , The Sun  - Antonio Barahona , 2022.

Spanish, b.1984 -

Oil on wood , 38 x 45 cm

figs, flowers, and felines (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Higuera

Ilustración final y proceso

Mayo 2023

Guadalupe Marin Eyherabide

there's something so romantic about fruit