Tuesday, December 29, 2009

She could be herself, by herself.

Painting by Vanessa Bell of her sister, Virginia Woolf.

For now she need not think about anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of--to think; well, not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others. Although she continued to knit, and sat upright, it was thus that she felt herself; and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures. When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.
                                                                                     excerpt from Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse


  1. Your blog is so beautiful and this post especially. This will be on eof my inspiration blogs. Thank you for stopping by my little plot in cyberspace. Again, it's not often that I tell people that they have beautiful blogs - lovely, well done, great photography - but yours really is beautiful.

  2. What a perfect quote. Glad you posted it.

  3. Char, Yes, it happens.

    Erin, Thank you!

    Webgrrl74, Yes, indeed. Thanks!

    Jessica, It's always been a favorite. Thanks.

  4. Hi Denise
    I see that you are interested in Vanessa Bell and the Bloomsbury group. You might like to take a look at these two posts on my art blog:

  5. Jacqui, I visited both links. So beautiful and interesting. Thank you!