Friday, March 18, 2011

To the Lighthouse

My mother's favourite novel was To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. I listened to it this week while doing these dye processes. There it was - her picture. Yes, with all its greens and blues, its lines running up and across, its attempt at something. It would be hung in the attic, she thought; it would be destroyed. But what did that matter? With a sudden intensity,
as if she saw it clear for a second, she drew a line there, in the centre.It was done; It was finished. Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigue,
I have had my vision.


(from the last paragraph of To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf)

7 comments:

  1. Anonymous12:54 pm

    that's beautiful.
    i read it in highschool
    along with jacobs room.

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  2. Anonymous2:00 pm

    Wonderful.
    You have such a powerful way with words and pictures.
    I have to say I preferred Mrs Dalloway though - and Orlando.

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  3. beautiful post. beautiful work. the white with its texture, reminded me of V. Woolf's writing about her first memories which were of light coming through a curtain, i think.

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  4. Another book I 'must read'.
    Beautiful post, amazing, interesting fabrics.

    Jacky xox

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  5. beauty in all my senses, thank you dear one...

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  6. As per usual, I am in awe.

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  7. One of my favorite books, and that is my favorite passage from the entire book. I love your work as well.

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