I am not trying to tell a story. Yet perhaps it might be done in that way. A mind thinking. They might be islands of light—islands in the stream that I am trying to convey: life itself going on Autobiography it might be called.
These are fantastic pictures – these are figments, these visions of friends in absence, grotesque, dropsical, vanishing at the first touch of the toe of a real boot.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Some of Virginia Woolf’s early thoughts on the manuscript that would become The Waves
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Agnes Martin, Islands, 1961
Little Bristling Soul 