How My Mother Protected Us from My Father and Found Solace in Art
My mother described the Rembrandt paintings as her friends. I'd never heard anyone talk about art that way, instilling it with something like a personhood of its own.
Aristotle with a Bust of Homer by Rembrandt (Rembrandt van Rijn), Dutch, 1652”
Aristotle
“”
No. I don’t want you to go.
Aristotle
Aristotle
Aristotle,
her friends
why was she so quiet, what did my dad do now?
natsukashii)
Aristotle
Aristotle’s
Aristotle
Aristotle
Julia Shiota tries to make sense of the world through culture and literature. Find her on Twitter at @julia_megumi or at juliashiota.com.
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