Konstantin Alekseevich Korovin (1861 – 1939)
Terrace. Paris, 1908
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Dear Lestat, I feel like I’m never enough. Not smart enough for my parents, not good enough of a sister, my work is not nice enough for my teachers, I’m not thin enough, not beautiful enough. Even in things I really put effort into. Do you have any advice for a desperate mortal?
♛Darling, you are good enough *embraces gently* Do we criticize a rose as it begins to bloom? No! You are a work in progress. Do not give others your permission to drag you down or crush your spirit, if that’s what they’re really doing. I’ve been there, I can recog
Of course, sometimes, that’s not what they’re doing. They might actually have something valuable to offer, but when there are so many voices, or it’s the heat of the moment, it feels so unbearably stifling. I know.
Failure is a part of life. I fail more than I succeed, even in things I’ve put an incredible amount of effort into. Some things can’t be achieved on effort alone, some can’t be achieved at all. Some require different tactics. Each failure is a chance to lay it all out and strategize, whether to keep aiming for that goal, and if so, what steps might better achieve it. Perhaps advice from others is needed, perhaps not.
Whether these people in your life are right or wrong, I’ve always found nourishment of spirit in inspiration. Seek out that which inspires you and consume it, let it nourish you in the face of negativity. Is it music? Art? Fashion? An indulgent bubble bath with candles and a good book? Do it.
As for your beauty:
“How to describe what humans look like to us! … you can’t imagine what it’s like for us to look on living flesh. There are those billions of colors and tiny configurations of movement, yes, that make up a living creature on whom we concentrate.
But the radiance mingles totally with the carnal scent. Beautiful, that’s what any human being is to us, if we stop to consider it, even the old and the diseased, the downtrodden that one doesn’t really “see” in the street. They are all like that, like flowers ever in the process of opening, butterflies ever unfolding out of the cocoon.” (TVL)
You are in my thoughts, anon, and I hope you found some strength in my words. If anyone finds you less than beautiful, that is their own limited view of beauty.
//ooc; As introspective as he can be, I don’t think Lestat is necessarily the best at giving advice on this subject, and then, my own headcanon of him will vary from other Lestats. My Lestat doesn’t like to get down deeply into emotional details (which is why he didn’t address your specific examples, which I will address in an ooc post). Other Lestats are welcome to add to this, but you might want to ask them separately, too.
Also, I’m just another blogger sharing my own experience, and I wouldn’t want to mislead you, I don’t know your situation and I am not trained in life coaching. If you are having real issues, please seek a professional, a guidance counselor or therapist, etc.
Petites natures des fonds angéliques – 2015
Christopher Beane
Orchid Mantis
Every time these come up I feel the need to reiterate what we only recently discovered about them, which is that they don’t just hide and blend in to a real flower hoping prey won’t notice them, no, something about them is MORE attractive to bees and flies than an actual flower. The orchid mantis is outright pretending to be a BETTER flower and LURING insects to itself.
You know what sounded like a great idea, let’s paint Lestat in a flower crown, yes that character from a movie that nobody has seen in 10 years that came out on VHS in the 80′s. Yeah let’s do that!
I’m about 6-8 hours in at this point and still have a good amount of work ahead of me. I’ve decided since starting this project though that if Lestat ever ran a tumblr blog it would be nothing but pictures of hot guys in flower crowns, cigarettes, white mochas, quotes that point out how he’s better than he everyone else, and occasionally crazy posts about Brad Pitt leaving him that everyone will think is about his boyfriend.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to throw him up in my print shop after this because everyone needs a pastel Lestat on a mug with a catchy play on words right? Or at least I do.
PS: I’m also trying a new painting style for this to stick more with my blending oil style that I do when I paint on actual canvas.
Fabulous!
“I looked down at the ground and saw flowers of complete perfection;
flowers that were the flowers that our flowers of the world
might become! … I was unsure
suddenly that our spectrum was even involved.
I mean, I don’t think our spectrum of color was the limit! I think
there was some other set of rules. Or it was merely an expansion, a
gift of being able to see combinations of color which are not visible
chemically on earth…
“Sapphirine!” I cried out suddenly, trying to identify the greenish
blue of the great leaves surrounding us and gently waving to and fro,
and Memnoch smiled and nodded as if in approval, reaching again to
stop me from touching Heaven, from trying to grab some of the
magnificence I saw.” – Lestat, Memnoch the Devil
I-want-my-IWTV 
