Impenetrable woodenness

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“… she’d go on as if nothing had happened. That was the devilish part of her — this coldness, this woodenness, something very profound in her, which he had felt again this morning talking to her; an impenetrability. Yet Heavens knows he loved her. She had some queer power of fiddling on one’s nerves, turning one’s nerves to a fiddle strings, yes.” — Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf


Birds always grow silent before the night descends, 'cause nature has a funny way of breaking what does not bend."
- Jewel "Spirit" album

Withering Hearts

My latest painting/mod podge project!

This time I used a paperback copy of Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte and incorporated several quotes from one of the darkest scenes of the novel: the conversation between Heathcliff and Cathy before her death.

I have wanted to create Bronte art pieces for a few years now. It keeps me from tattooing them on my skin.

Withering Hearts by Felicia Clark - March 5, 2014

“Withering Hearts” by Felicia Clark – March 4, 2014

The quotes in the painting are read from top left to top right and down below (I also bolded the most famous quotes from the story):

‘Are you possessed with a devil,’ he pursued, savagely, ‘to talk in that manner to me when you are dying? Do you reflect that all those words will be branded into my memory, and eating deeper eternally after you have left me? You know you lie to say I have killed you: and, Catherine, you know that I could as soon forget you as my existence! Is it not sufficient for your infernal selfishness, that while you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?’

‘I’m not wishing you greater torment than I have, Heathcliff. I only wish us never to be parted: and should a word of mine distress you hereafter, think I feel the same distress underground, and for my own sake, forgive me! Come here and kneel down again! You never harmed me in your life. Nay, if you nurse anger, that will be worse to remember than my harsh words! Won’t you come here again? Do!’

‘Oh, you see, Nelly, he would not relent a moment to see me out of the grave. That is how I’m loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he’s in my soul.

‘You teach me now how cruel you’ve been–cruel and false. Why did you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry; and wring out my kisses and tears: they’ll blight you–they’ll damn you. You loved me–then what right had you to leave me? What right–answer me–for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart–you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you–oh God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?’

‘I forgive you. Forgive me!’
‘It is hard to forgive, and to look at those eyes, and feel those wasted hands,’ he answered. ‘Kiss me again; and don’t let me see your eyes! I forgive what you have done to me. I love my murderer–but yours! How can I?

‘Her senses never returned: she recognised nobody from the time you left her,’ I said. ‘She lies with a sweet smile on her face; and her latest ideas wandered back to pleasant early days. Her life closed in a gentle dream–may she wake as kindly in the other world!’

‘May she way in torment!’ he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. ‘Why, she’s a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there–not in heaven–not perished–where? Oh! you said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray one prayer–I repeat it till my tongue stiffens–Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I’m living! You said I killed you–haunt me, then! The murdered do haunt their murderers. I believe–I know that ghosts have wandered on earth. Be with me always–take any form–drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!
He dashed his head against the knotted trunk; and, lifting up his eyes, howled, not like a man, but like a savage beast getting goaded to death with knives and spears.

I observed several splashed of blood about the bark of the tree.

The drying mod podge made it look foggy. Too bad it didn't stay like that.

The drying mod podge made it look foggy. Too bad it didn’t stay like that.

To see my other mod podge projects, visit my Crafts page.

Being a woman is half about being wrong, the other half led me to be singing this song."
- Caroline Smith

Tell the Story Right

Below is a video of Caroline Smith, a beautiful, strong, sassy and talented musician, sharing her hometown and what helped mold her into the woman she is today. What an inspirational artist! She is a good reminder to dab a little of yourself into your creativity to make your art your own, even if it isn’t what’s most popular. Telling a story with your own flair, your own imagination, is telling the story right.

“Being a woman is half about being wrong, the other half led me to be singing this song.”

After hearing songs from her Half About Being A Woman album, I was hooked.

After hearing songs from her Half About Being a Woman album at Mile of Music 2013 in Appleton, I was hooked.



caroline smith album




Here’s a clip of Half About Being a Woman:

Why kill a man when you can kill an idea?"
- Homeland

Television storytelling addictions

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One of my favorite TV shows right now is called Homeland starring Claire Danes and Mandy Patinkin as CIA agents who search the world to stop terrorists before they attack. U.S. Marine POW and possibly turned terrorist, Nicholas Brody (played by Damian Lewis), returns home with gut wrenching PTSD and a heartbreaking amount of weight on his shoulders as he debates whose side he’s really on. This show is brilliant and, as one of my friends said, flawless.

Watch the first full episode of Homeland Season 1, Episode 1. If you watch the first 3:40 of the video, you will be as hooked as I am. I have never gotten addicted to a TV show after just the first 5 minutes. Great storytelling!

The first 7 minutes will give you an idea of  where the show will go. If you can’t stop watching episode after episode, like I couldn’t, I would recommend renting the discs from Netflix or Family Video. Get all the discs at once if you can because it will leave you with insomnia if you can’t finish it. Trust me …

Anyone care to share their thoughts on the show? Or who their favorite character is? Without a doubt, Mr. Saul Berenson is my favorite. He is one of those characters that will stay with me long after the show discontinues.

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