Tolstoy.

Twiggy doing her makeup.

"The chief peculiarity of this feeling is that the receiver of a true artistic impression is so united to the artist that he feels as if the work were his own and not someone else's - as if what it expresses were just what he had long been wishing to express. A real work of art destroys, in the consciousness of the receiver, the separation between himself and the artist - not that alone, but also between himself and all whose minds receive this work of art. In this freeing of our personality from its separation and isolation, in this uniting of it with others, lies the chief characteristic and the great attractive force of art."

I'm sitting in the hallway on the second floor of the architecture building with my shoes off. We went out to Bespoke for a fabulous restaurant week dinner. I've been coerced into attending the Pierson semi at Hot Tomato tonight. I plan on wearing a red dress with feathers in my hair. Erik helped me nail a gargantuan piece of Masonite board into the wall in the studio this morning. I should get out of my painting sweats and put on some mascara. Toodles.

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