fullten:

I don’t think people get art. I feel like people think art is something created by a tortured soul and you have to go out of your way to go to an art gallery and you have some kind of emotional response and that’s art.

But that’s bullshit

You walk into a grocery store and you’re surrounded by art. Who do you think designs the packages? Fucking artists. Who do you think designed your house? Your bedsheets? Your car? Artists.

Art is a necessity. It’s everywhere, we wear it, we talk about it, we live in it. It’s everywhere. Every color, negative space, font, placement, material, you come into contact with an artist had a hand in that. TV, movies, music, graphics, It’s everywhere, it’s everything

we-other-victorians:

Daniel Maclise – Madeline After Prayer (1868)

Tomorrow is the feast of St. Agnes, meaning that tonight, according to superstition, if a woman performed certain rituals before going to bed, she would dream of her future husband. It was largely popularized by one of John Keats’ most famous poems, The Eve of St. Agnes. If you’re into a little medieval high romance and some light Catholic mysticism like the Victorians were, this is the night for you.