1. Salvador Valeri i Pupurull, Casa Comalat, 1911, Barcelona, Diagonal 442D; 2. Josef Maria Olbrich, Glücherthhaus, 1901, Darmstadt, Mathildehöhe; 3. Gottardo Gussoni, Casa dei Draghi, 1918/20, Torino, Corso Francia 23; 4. Firsch Mausoleum, 1917, Eire Cemetary, Eire Pennsylvania; 5. Jules Lavriotte, Hôtel Lavriotte, 1901, Paris, 29 Avenue Rapp; 7-9. Ixelles, Bruxelles; 10. Hector Guimard, Castel Béranger, 1895/98, Paris, Rue de la Fontaine 14; 11. Strasbourg; 12. E. André, Maison Huot, Nancy, Rue Claude Le Lorrain 92; 13. San Sebastian, Calle Prim; 14. Alfred Wagon, 1904, Place Etienne Pernet, Paris.
Art Nouveau was the first pan-European style since Neo-classicism. Easily imitated, content free, and highly adaptable, the style was particularly appealing to private patrons uninterested in the politics of national styles that had characterized the various historical revivals of the 19th century.
The signature serpentine, coup de fouet gesture could devolve into spineless dither and filigree, however, and by the end of World War I, everyone agreed that the fin-de-siècle was over.In Europe, the various manifesto modernisms prevailed; Americans contented themselves with Art Deco, or, as Roy Lichtenstein put it, “modernism for the home.”
Everyday I dream of death. Of an escape. Everytime something tugs me awake. I feel no love. Only hate. From the one I chose to procreate. We have different views. He makes me feel used. I’m all alone. I feel mentally abused. I have his kids. It’s not enough. Still again. Things get rough. It’s complicated. So complicated. I wish that I had never dated. I wish I could rewind my time. To a place much more lovely than this. When I was in my prime. Now I feel like death is my only option. Nothing holds me back. Not even the thought of Leaving my kids here on this earth alone. They have a father he’ll watch them grow. But me. Me? It’s time for me to go.
January 27, 2019
We have sex
You cum inside me
4 weeks later a + sign
6 weeks later first doctor appointment
10 weeks later you cheat on me with someone you encountered while at work
I forgive you
You ask for a divorce
I say no I want to try to make it work
You say you’re not in love with me anymore
I say it’s just a rough patch
3 weeks later
You call me a bitch
You tell me I’m worthless
You call me a hoe
Our kids are crying
They don’t understand
Why daddy says hurtful things to mommy
7 weeks later
I catch you cheating again
I cry
I want a divorce
You beg me to stay
You tell me it was a joke
You tell me you love me
You tell me your family is your main focus
You ask for one more chance
I give you one more chance
The drugs start back up
You’re smoking everyday
You owe drug dealers money
You’re taking food out of our children’s mouth
You tell me I’m tripping
We have no food in the house
I ration food between the children
You go hang out and smoke with your friends
You neglect your household responsibilities
6 weeks later
You got mad because I blocked females from your phone
You told me don’t touch your shit
You called me a bitch
You pushed me to the ground
You tore my entire fingernail off
You woke our kids up at 12:45am
You locked me out the restroom with a barricade
You locked me out our room with a barricade
You called me stupid
You said you will never respect me
You said I’m a disrespectful wife
You called me a hoe
Currently
I’m sleeping on the couch at 2:00 am
I’m contracting
Our child is kicking me in my ribs
I’m starving
My mind won’t stop
I try to think peaceful things
I started the fight
You started the disrespect
You started the abuse
I stayed when I should have left
I forgave when I should’ve left
I was blinded with my eyes wide open
I am the pattern.
