Cloudy Rivers, let me love you.

A turn-of-the century beauty in Irish lace

“The Two Fridas”
1939
Oil on canvas
68 x 68 in. (173 x 173 cm)
Museo de Arte Moderno, Mexico City

There was a certain charming sadness in this man’s eyes…

Hey Sears…need any portrait models? I know a fantastic one.

Baby’s got a gleam in his eye and that little “off into the distance stare” down perfectly.

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Lover. Fighter. Gypsy. Writer. Artist. I'm down like south with my heart hangin out. I like naps, music, thinking and being awesome ♥ Austin, TX

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
...As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --

Edgar Allan Poe

Cloudy Rivers. I love art, music, creepy things, random stuff, deep thoughts (especially Jack Handey's) and naps. This page is full of my loves, hates, rants, raves, whispers, pleas, cries, yells, fears, dreams, secrets, exposés, wilting, withering, enriching, indulging, growing, blooming, bleeding, soul-bearing, heart-wrenching, flesh-crawling, mind-bleeding, body-tingling, high moments, low moments and everything in between...