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Éllo, lads and lassies! My name is Lauren and have two BAs in Psychology and Sociology, with a minor in Women's & Gender Studies. My main artistic love is photography, though I dabble in traditional and digital art too. I also do a lot of writing, mainly poetry. I'm pretty much a nerd who loves everything: sociology, art history, pre-18th century history, and the classics. I also adore blogging, making videos, activism, music, gardening and more. And I'll kick you in the shin if you even slightly suggest that unicorns don't exist - Good day!
deviantWEAR sizing preference: M/L
Print preference: depends on the picture...maybe a matte 16x24?
Favourite genre of music: all variations of rock & indie
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams, J. Uelsmann, Miles Aldridge, Sally Mann, A. Leibovitz, Marc Adamus, Jill Greenberg, Paolo Roversi, Steven Meisel, Rodney Smith
Favourite style of art: renaissance, hellenistic, realism, surrealism, art nouveau, art deco, Operating System: Mac OS X Lion
MP3 player of choice: iPod
"I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
if each day,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine."