This is my favourite Jack B Yeats' painting: For the Road. I recently saw it in real life in the National Gallery and burst into tears.
I didn't know paintings could do that*.
Yeah, I don't think I'm going to ever use this blog again, but it was fun. Serving as a memory of something like four years of rambling.
I'm in college now, in Trinity. Drama and Theatre, like I've wanted for a long time now. It's weird, I don't feel as though I've grown up but obviously I have. I've read over old posts on this and can't believe how far I've come without really changing.
That little Junior Cert freaking out about her art project and what to wear to the disco: I'd love to tell her how much everything is going to change but how much she is really going to stay the same.
Thanks to whoever read this, I will doubtlessly be starting a new blog somewhere soon. Maybe I'll buy a camera and get that going. Maybe I'll make it accessible to more than four people. Maybe I'll put some writing up on that. Whatever.
*I don't even like horses.