P3arlsandcoff3 - Pearl ☆彡

I'm currently filling an admission to a VERY prestigious religious - studies program, and I was requested to write about a piece of media which influenced me as a person.

Fools just gave me free rein to infodump on TSH

Stay yourself, stay curious

I was walking down the main street of my town when I came by my favourite vintage book shop - it was closed, but they have a little free section outside of the shop (it's just books lying on the pavement...) And I found THIS. I am feeling blessed.

(added the Prada perfume as an ironic little detail, and it's even more ironic that the fragrance is awful.)

Just got up at 4:30am in order to go to a march that demands returning war hostages.

I know it's a good cause but my dear brothers in Christ why FOUR THIRTY AM 😭😦

Stay yourself, stay curious

Ironically, the worst kind of love is the pure one; the kind which demands nothing.

Just a thought I had about how much I give with the full knowledge of no acknowledgment... I Thought Tumblr might identify.

BLACK SWAN - THE UNREWARDING CHASE AFTER PERFECTION

Tw: bulimia, self-harm, sexual assault, body horror

''Black swan'', directed by Darren Aronofsky, is a 2010 film. It deals with our main character, Nina, a ballerina which gets picked for the role of both The white swan and The black swan in a production of "Swan lake", but as she is urged by her artistic director to 'lose herself' her sanity crumbles before her. In this post I'd like to address the themes, motifs, character development, and what black swan made me feel, because I find art is about emotions.

★ SWAN LAKE ANALOGY

The story of "Swan lake" is a direct analogy most readers can pick up on during their watch of Black swan and I'd like to highlight some thoughts of mine on the parallels between the two.

" virginal girl, pure and sweet, trapped

in the body of a swan. She desires

freedom, but only true love can

break the spell. Her wish was

granted in the form of a prince.

But before he can declare his love,

her lustful twin, the Black Swan,

tricks and seduces him.

Devastated, the White Swan leaps

off a cliff, killing herself. But,

in death, finds freedom. " - Leroy

This recounting of "Swan lake" is a basic synopsis of the movie Black swan. Nina is perfect, and she finds this need for perfection a prison. We see her eat half a fruit for breakfast, spend all her time in the company, and put mountains of effort into every step she takes. This is exactly Nina's downfall - if Leroy was right about one thing it's that perfection is inherently imperfect. It's messy and dirty and full of mistakes, because perfect is expected.

Nina believes her 'freedom' will come in the form of Leroy, that he can cultivate her into the girl she was destined to be, and sees Lily as her doppelganger - an evil xerox who wishes to steal her only answer away from her. Nina is mistaken, and actually her mistake falls perfectly into the plot of Swan lake - she mixes up the roles. Lily is much closer to the prince in the sense she allows Nina to be herself. She genuinely desires to see Nina succeed and yet doesn't believe that Nina should torture herself to perfection. Although it's difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion during the film, when the credits roll, I think we all know who's the twin, who's the swan, and who's the prince.

★ THE THEORY OF ART

Nietzche (😒...) Coined the terms 'dyonisian' and 'apollonian' in his book, Birth Of Tragedy. The Dyonisian is the tendency for freedom - pleasure, lack of thinking, impulse. The Apollonian is the tendency for structure - order, planning, perfecting. Nietzche claims that good art is the balance between the two, you can't be overly obsessive over detail nor carelessly creating.

Nina is Apollonian. She is so invested in being the perfect dancer she loses what made her good in the first place - her love for the profession, her daintiness, her emotional connection to pieces. Throughout the movie, we see how obsessive Nina becomes with perfection as her bulimia gets worse, she grows suspicious of her peers, and eventually resorts (does she...?) to murder for her sake. Truly, Nina couldn't balance art because she couldn't let herself go, and only when she did her performance was perfect.

Black swan made me unnerved. As an artist, it's truly an enthralling experience seeing a young woman shred herself to bits trying to be perfect. I almost cried when Nina forced herself to puke the nothing she ate, because it's an amazing metaphor; trying to use up something that is not there. I think about black swan from time to time, and I realize that Nina isn't perfect - she was. She was her best when she loved dance. When she lived living . When she loved herself.

Stay yourself, stay curious

I just wanted to come on up here and explain that I am in fact still on Tumblr, just really busy these days.

Enjoy my favorite Gravity Falls artist.

Stay yourself, stay curious.

Sorry for spamming your notifications in the last like 20 mins— absolutely love your art and am eating it up yes. 💖 Also could I request either more Bill and freak (maybe something to do with more hands cuz OUGGHH so good) or angsty Fiddauthor like Ford trying not to cry as he’s making himself watch Fidds get married to Emma-May? 👀 Maybe even at the reception after when they’re dancing and Ford’s getting drunk af and clearly emotional/lashing out in frustration. If not it’s perfectly okay and tysm for even reading. Have a good day/night! <3

ILYSM Thank you <3 these are all such good ideas I'm drawing all of them

Some wedding night shenanigans for now

I've never been the type to like foods that are considered "super" foods,

But quinoa slaps.

Stay yourself, stay curious

OUT ON THE FLOORRRRR

YOU’RE SO ART DECOOOO

I WANT A TYPEWRITER!!!

stay yourself, stay curious

War thoughts

A person in my life was taken hostage some time ago. He was at a family dinner. through exchange he has returned, but it's such an adsurd scenario. I can see the trauma on his face. I can see the looks people give him, how before he was anonymous and how he can never return to that anonymity so many of us take for granted. I can see how I've grown close to him, when before he was just a name, A face in the corridor, a smile at the end of the day, not at me, but at the people who know him.