Have not seen her since that night. Unwell? Sits at the fire perhaps with mamma’s shawl on her shoulders. But not peevish. A nice bowl of gruel? Won’t you now?
James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
March 23
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Thought:
“I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.”
Frida Kahlo
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