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cupsofsilver · 1 year
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"The Woman in White has no clear originator. She’s everywhere and nowhere at once. Whether it’s La Llorona or Yūrei, the story has the same basic skeleton. Like the ghostly women in black, the White Woman is grieving, but she’s not always sinister. She’s usually too sad, too heartbroken. She was abandoned by her lover or her father or her children. In some stories, she killed her babies, and in others, her little ones were taken from her. When Jane Eyre first meets her predecessor in Rochester’s affections, she almost mistakes her for an apparition, or maybe a “German vampire”—something already dead, dressed for burial. The sinister Bertha wears a “white and straight” garment, either a “gown, sheet, or shroud.” Whether she’s breathing or wailing, the White Woman is tragic and, even when she’s given a wee bit of agency, there’s a sense that she is somewhat powerless. She didn’t choose her sadness or her madness. It chose her."
Katy Kelleher, The Perfect Terror of the White Nightgown, Jezebel Sept 10, 2019.
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daffenger · 10 months
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Pantone chose Greenery as 2017’s color of the year, and it was reported that the decision was intended to help sway the public towards embracing more eco-friendly trends and policies, an idea that I find every bit as ludicrous as the reasoning behind picking Ultra Violet for 2018. (Political divisions will not be healed by more purple clothing.) Greenwashing is useless for so many reasons. Commercial greens are often made with pigment green 7, which contains chlorine and can’t be recycled or composted safely. Pigment green 36 also contains chlorine, as well as bromide atoms, and inorganic pigment green 50 is “a noxious cocktail of cobalt, titanium, nickel, and zinc oxide,” writes the design expert Alice Rawsthorne in a 2010 article for the New York Times. “Ironic, isn’t it?” the German chemist Michael Braungart adds. “The color green can never be green, because of the way it is made. It’s impossible to dye plastic green or to print green ink on paper without contaminating them.” Green has become greener, fake flowers have become ever more convincing, but our unquenchable thirst for the false purity of an aesthetic Eden remains.
Scheele’s Green, the Color of Fake Foliage and Death, Katy Kelleher in The Paris Review (May 2 2018)
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kunthug · 2 years
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Although orchids have both “male” and “female” organs (stamens and pistils) contained within one flower, they don’t pollinate their own ova. Instead, they work with insects to get the job done, ensuring intercrossing rather than inbreeding.
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𝑆𝑜𝑝ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜, 𝐶𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑦𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑎.
These adaptations have compelled Micheal Pollan to call orchids “the inflatable love dolls of the floral kingdom,” skilled practitioners of “sexual deception.” Orchids are, according to Pollan, rather fantastic liars who evolved alongside insects, luring them in time and again with the promise of “very weird sex.” Thanks to this long-term fuck-buddy relationship, there are plenty of orchid species that can only be pollinated by a specific corresponding insect species. After learning a few of their adaptations, you can spot patterns, see which lock will fit which key. Darwin’s study of orchids lead him to prophesize the existence of a long-tongued moth when an orchid grower in Madagascar sent him a sample of a star-shaped white orchid with a long, dangling nectary that could grow to almost a full foot long. Upon seeing it, he wrote a friend, “Good Heavens what insect can suck it?” before going on to suggest that, “in Madagascar there must be moths with probosces capable of extension to a length of between ten and eleven inches.” Two decades after Darwin died, scientists found a subspecies of Congo moth (commonly known as Morgan’s spinx moth) with a prolonged proboscis.
The Ugly History of Beautiful Things: Orchids, Katy Kelleher.
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kkecreads · 10 months
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The Babysitter’s Secret by Casey Kelleher Published: May 24, 2023 Bookouture Pages: 318 Genre: Psychological Fiction KKECReads Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ I received a copy of this book for free, and I leave my review voluntarily. Casey Kelleher was born in Cuckfield, West Sussex, and grew up as an avid reader. Whilst working as a beauty therapist and bringing up her three children together with her…
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Painting with yellow
I've been thinking about how yellow is the color of hope against the odds.
daffodils that always bloom first, when it's still cold
leaves that get brighter as winter encroaches
dandelions that you can't root out completely no matter how hard you try
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Last winter was the loneliest I've ever been (and I've been lonely most of my life, so that's saying something). I took up running to stave off the depression, and one day I was surprised by a shock of daffodils growing by the road.
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You never expect daffodils, do you? William Wordsworth wrote about a similar surprise:
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As surprising as the first moment of happiness after months of depression.
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In her essay about the color jonquil, Katy Kelleher writes about the myth of Vincent Van Gogh eating his yellow paints to stave off depression:
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He didn't actually eat yellow. But he captured it, that feeling of realizing you have something to live for.
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Every time I come across a Van Gogh painting I didn’t know existed, it feels like I just heard the birds sing and the sun shine for the first time all year. Like life is an origami, and I'd walked to the edge of the page and I was thinking I'd have to jump, but instead someone unfolded it and showed me that there is so much more to live and love.
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You can just tell he loved the world, even though it hurt him so much. @headspace-hotel said it better:
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When I was fifteen our neighbor's house burned down. Did you know that when a house burns down, everyone gathers together to watch? You follow the smoke, and you watch from across the street as the physical proof of someone's existence goes up in flame.
On the way home, I saw a dandelion.
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Survival is defiance in a world that wants you dead. And this defiance can be joyful, as John Darnielle said:
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Yellow seems an appropriate color for dandelions. A bright color, violent as sunlight. Unapologetic.
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This painting is called "The Garden of the Asylum", and was painted at the clinic in Saint-Rémy. Van Gogh spent a year there and was not permitted to venture outside.
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It's getting colder. The depression's grip on us is tight. No one wants us around.
And yet there are reasons to hope.
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We paint with yellow.
"Wheat Field with Reaper and Sun" by Vincent Van Gogh // my photo // "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" by William Wordsworth // “The Daffodils” or “Persephone Emerging from the Underworld” by Andrea Zanatelli // "Narcissus" by J. Foord // "Jonquil, the Light Yellow of Early Flowers, Mad Painters, and Dust Bowl–Era Pottery" by Katy Kelleher // "Still Life: Drawing Board, Pipe, Onions and Sealing-Wax" by Vincent Van Gogh // "Trunk of an Old Yew Tree" by Vincent Van Gogh // "The Siesta" by Vincent Van Gogh // thoughts on Vincent Van Gogh by @headspace-hotel // "Vase with Twelve Sunflowers" by Vincent Van Gogh // dandelion art by @mimblex // dandelion art by @ryegarden // quote by John Darnielle // dandelion art by @kingstooth // "The Garden of the Asylum" by Vincent Van Gogh // "It's This Way" by Nazim Hikmet
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saturn-s-moon · 10 months
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"Will all great Neptune’s oceans wash this blood Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine Making the green one red."
–Macbeth, Shakespeare.
Incarnadine, the color of blood red and sin. (1/?)
"When put in this context, incarnadine is rather repellant. And yet, it’s beautiful when painted on a bedroom wall, as shown by the high-end paint company Farrow and Ball. In large, generous swaths, incarnadine can be stunning and regal. It’s significantly uglier when seen in bits and pieces—like many murky hues, it looks best when flattened and standing on its own." Says Katy Kelleher about this color on her color essays, hue's hue.
This color is better looked at uniformly from afar, like Maedhros. His broad strokes are impressive, he's a fierce warrior that was relentless, taught himself to fight with his left hand when he lost his right, was a diplomat, a strategist, held the March of Maedhros alongside his brothers, stablishing his reign in arguably the most dangerous place in Arda, right at the doors of Angband.
However, when looked at closely, he was a complex character who killed innocents, violated the greatest elven taboo not once, nor twice, but thrice. He was a tortured soul that lost everything, whose end was in utter despair, who sinned so much even his father's own silmarils burnt him. It's not a pretty picture, but he, like incarnadine, make at least for an interesting one.
It's not nice to look at it, but it is so awful that it pulls you in.
This is going to be part of a series of drawings based on the Hue's hue color essays by Katy Kelleher. It is a series of essays I've loved for years so it is pretty exciting to revisit them this way!
Some symbolism I added with this piece is the plant at Maitimo's feet, it is a stinging nettle, which signifies death in another Shakespeare play, Hamlet. I also added black butterflies, which according to a Colombian superstition, signify death as well (not to be confused with brown ones which mean a gift).
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goalofthecentury · 2 years
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“we love to contemplate blue, not because it advances to us, but because it draws us after it."
boy (2010), dir. taika waititi / marian blue, the color of angels, virgins, and other untouchable things (2018), by katy kelleher in the paris review
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yugocar · 8 months
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Periwinkle, the Color of Poison, Modernism, and Dusk, Katy Kelleher
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redsilkstudies · 1 year
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For many hundreds of years, verdigris was the most brilliant green readily available to painters. In the Middle Ages and during the Renaissance, artists commonly manufactured verdigris by hanging copper plates over boiling vinegar and collecting the crust that formed on the metal. This was mixed with binding agents, like egg white or linseed oil, and applied to canvas, paper, or wood. While not all of these famous works have been chemically analyzed, verdigris can reportedly be seen in paintings by the likes of Botticelli, Bosch, Bellini, and El Greco. But like Lady Liberty, who started as brown and lightened to green, many of these works have morphed over the years, their bright hues fading from saturated cyan or emerald (depending on how the color was mixed) to murky grays and pond-water browns. For verdigris is both toxic and unstable, a fact that Leonardo da Vinci knew, though he persisted in using it still. (“Verdigris with aloes, or gall or turmeric makes a fine green and so it does with saffron or burnt orpiment; but I doubt whether in a short time they will not turn black,” he wrote.) It was just such a beautiful color, and so accessible. It was hard for painters to resist, even when they knew it would render their works mortal. To use verdigris was to accept that your lovingly rendered scene would one day sour. The bright cloaks would turn dark, the soft grass would fade, the foliage turn. But such is the nature of cloth and plants and paint. Such is the nature of beauty.
-- from Verdigris: The Color of Oxidation, Statues, and Impermanence by Katy Kelleher for The Paris Review
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joy2paris · 4 months
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Books/"Articles" to read - either for diss or in general (to be edited and continued. some descriptions taken from those who have recommended them):
Temporary - Hilary Leichter. A woman takes on a series of wild, impossible temporary jobs
Either/or - Elif Batuman. A college sophomore embarks on a quest for an interesting life
So Distant From My life - Monque Ilaboudo. A young West African man attempts to leave his home and migrate to Europe, only to find out the journey and his future isn't what he planned it to be. Set in Burkina Faso and explores imperialism, migration and the queer experience in Africa.
The Rooftop - Fernanda Trias. A paranoid narrator refuses to let her family (her sick father and her newborn child) outside of their house and tries to navigate life with minimal contact with the outside world. Set in Uruguay. Explores paranoia, motherhood and class struggle.
All your Children, Scattered - Beata Umubyeyi Mairesse. French. Story of 3 generations, torn apart by the genocide against the Tutsi in Rwanda.
Invisible Women - Caroline Criado Perez. We often forget that bias is built into our environment as we often imagine social issues in their theoretical instead of physical manifestations.
Inflamed - Rupa Marya. Deep medecine and the anatomy of injustice.
Cane, Corn & Gully - Safiya Kamaria Kinsbasa. A collection of poems about Barbados, slavery, colonialism, patriarchy and oppression as a whole.
Autobiography of my Mother - Jamaica Kincaid
The Will to Change - Bell Hooks
Sula - Toni Morrison. Follows the life of a young black girl and the small town/settlement she lived in, exploring racism and female friendships.
Happening - Annie Ernaux. Autobiographical account of French feminist Annie Ernaux's experience with accessing abortion when it was illegal in France. Powerful and important. Will make you cry whilst also getting you to admire the myriad ways in which wmen resisted and continue to resist state violence.
Postcolonial Love Poem - Natalie Diaz. Collection of poetry exploring the experiences of Native Americans and how it feels to have your land taken from you and changed into something you no longer recognise.
Hey, Good Luck Out There - Georgia Toews
The Life of the Mind - Christine Smallwood
Blueberries - Ellena Savage
Post-Traumatic - Chantal V. Johnson
The Spirit of Intimacy - Sobonfu Somé
The Four Agreements - Miguel Ruiz
The Mysticism of Sound and Music - Inayat Khan
"A Face in the crowd" - Phillippe Le Goff, 22 Sept 2023. Marshall Berman, the celebrated political philosopher and urbanist died 10 years ago this month. His deep commitment to a Marxist humanism, a 'Marxism with soul' has still much to teach us.
"The Day Hip-Hop Changed Forever" - Ahmir Questlove Thompson
"[missing first few words]..Quiet?" The sound of gentrification is silence - Xochitl Gonzalez
On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous - Ocean Vuong. A touching memoir, beautifully lyrical
Post-Humous Memoirs of Brá Cubas - Machano de Assis. Perfect blend of beautiful writing and 'plot'.
Meltdown - ben elton
African Writers Series - Saqi and Banipal books
"What Do We Do with the Art of Monstrous Men?" - Claire Dederer Nov 20th 2017. questioning the separation of the artist and art think piece
TED Youtube video - "Your elusive creative genius" - Elizabeth Gilbert. from the author of Eat, Pray, Love. talks about the creative process and the idea of "genius"
"How friendships change in adulthood" - Julie Beck, The Atlantic
"Ugliness is Underrated: In Defence of Ugly Paintings" - Katy Kelleher, July 31 2018 (The Paris Review)
"The Husband Did It" - Alice Bolin The Awl, Feb 2015
"Is Therapy-speak making us selfish?" - Rebecca Fishbein, Bustle
"You May Want to Marry my Husband" - Amy Krouse Rosenthal, Mar 3 2017
"The joy of sulk"- Rebecca Roache
"A thin line between mother and daughter" - Jennifer Egan, Nov 14 1997
The Unabridged Journals - Sylvia Plath
Flaubertian (comparative more Flaubertian, superlative most Flaubertian) Of or relating to Gustave Flaubert (1821–1880), influential French novelist in the style of literary realism.
Though he is an iconic figure of the realist movement, Flaubert is equally well known for his imaginative Orientalist works of fiction.
"The Plight of the Eldest Daughter" - The Atlantic, by Sarah Sloat
"A Poet's Faith" - Life and Letters 11 Dec 2023 Issue, by Casey Cep, The New Yorker
(up to 12 May from scrolling through screenshots on camera roll)
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campmurderparty · 6 months
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sonny & dottie.
“Hm, weird.” sonny didn’t respond further on the subject of surge. Sometimes people chatted about the things in boot hill that they hadn’t seen for a long time, or something they remembered from childhood that they were surprised to see again. He never noticed any of it. To sonny, nothing ever changed. There was a safety in that familiarity. And when things did change, sonny didn’t really see it. When time flowed forwards or backwards, or he saw something hazy down silver mine road, he would just shrug his shoulders and go on with his day.
“L.a., huh? As in los angeles?” sonny asked with a raise of his brows. Normally, the name of such a city would earn a sneer from him. He hated when people came into the bar and talked about big cities like los angeles or new york city and how they had everything you ever could have wanted. Things were always happening in cities like those. It made sonny feel ashamed of being from such a small town that he had never been outside of. He never felt the need to leave like some of boot hill’s other children. While he briefly dreamt of maybe playing baseball for some college team down in tucson, he shortly dropped out of school and any hope, or want, of leaving town left him completely. Maybe they didn’t have a fancy mall, but sonny wore a uniform of jeans and a t-shirt, maybe a flannel if he was feeling fancy. Maybe they didn’t have a bustling nightlife, but the bars were open late in boot hill and there wasn’t much else to do besides party, so what was the real difference anyway? They had twenty-four hour convenience stores where a working man could meet a pretty girl.
“Maybe i just want to know the name of my alibi.” he easily volleyed, feeling encouraged by her smile. It had been awhile since he had been on a date. Kim liu, his only real ex-girlfriend, dumped him many years ago, and katie briar never went on dates with him. She’d just show up when she felt like it, and like any loyal dog, he always accepted her back. The current interaction seemed to be heading in a good direction. He accepted her offered hand, skin cold and slightly rough against her soft one, then let go. 
His smile dropped nearly instantly at her question. That was the problem with newcomers. There was very little time for them to exist in boot hill before they quickly became acquainted with the local rumor mill. All it took was a meal at the turquoise star or drink at the bucking horse–sonny’s own place of employment–for someone new to get the lowdowns on all of boot hill’s families. The maccleans were unfortunately especially infamous. “Yeah.” he answered, glancing away down the aisle, “i’m number eight out of ten.” that was the problem with being a local. People mostly only knew him as his family name and his position in the family, nothing about who he was as a person. He tried not to seem like a total asshole, though, so he gave dottie a small shrug. “No point in dodging the family curse.” tragedy blanketed every member of the macclean dynasty, might as well just accept it. Besides, sheriff kelleher knew sonny was pretty low on the list of criminals in his family. “What has you in here after midnight, then? You ain’t a cop, are ya?”
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cupsofsilver · 2 years
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Katy Kelleher, The Perfect Terror of the White Nightgown
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daffenger · 10 months
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Green is, after all, the color of envy. Although this symbolic link is often traced back to Shakespeare, who cast jealousy, the “green-eyed monster which doth mock / the meat it feeds on,” as a major player in Othello, it is unlikely that the Bard created this vivid metaphor out of thin air. The link between envy (and its close cousin in discomfort, jealousy) and the color green has existed for millennia. The ancient Greeks believed that both envy and jealousy were caused by an overproduction of yellow-green bile, which would turn one’s skin pale green. While green is a holy color in Islam, it’s not as revered in European cultures. There are relatively few mentions of green in the Bible, leading early Christian scholars to believe that the color wasn’t as godly as, say, red or white.
Hooker’s Green: The Color of Apple Trees and Envy, Katy Kelleher in The Paris Review (Oct 3 2018)
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Thank you so much for the ask!
What is the best book you have ever read?
This is a hard one! There are so many books I've read and loved. I really liked Beloved by Toni Morrison. I love anything even remotely related to Gothic Horror and Beloved weaves Gothic Horror together with the horrors of US History in a very compelling way. Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk is another of my favorites, and though I wouldn't say it's the best I've ever read, it certainly resonated with me at a vulnerable time in my life.
What is the worst book you have ever read?
Oh boy, this is even harder than the first question. I tend to abandon books when I start getting bored/upset so I haven't actually read that many bad books. I read a few cheesy YA paranormal romances back when those were all the rage, but I can't even remember much about them now. I think what really kills me is when a really good series has a bad ending, and so in that way the Gregor the Overlander books probably made me the most upset because I absolutely loved the series up until the last chapter of the very last book, which was just the most anticlimactic and disappointing ending I've ever read.
What book are you reading right now?
I'm reading Girl Flesh by May Lietz, which is very good so far! I'm also re-reading Men, Women, and Chain Saws by Carol Clover as research for a video essay I'm planning to make. And I'm listening to the audiobook The Ugly History of Beautiful Things by Katy Kelleher while I'm at work.
Favorite quote from your favorite book?
I've gotta go with a quote from Haunting of Hill House
"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone."
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2023readingyear · 8 months
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smeouropdf · 8 months
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things I read in July so far💌🧿☕
hand bookbinding: a manual of instruction
the art of noticing - rob walker
introducing myself - ursula leguin
Marian Blue, the color of angels, virgins, and other untouchable things - katy kelleher
Ίσαρις - άρις γεωργίου
reviews on fragrantica dot com
the lyrics to “Bug Like an Angel”
less than certain: how to teach bewildering poems - rachel mennies
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