Paul Signac’s “Sunday”, painted 1888-1890, feels like a vignette of a moment in time. I love the posture of the man over the fire and how the woman and the man aren’t facing one another.

Even the cat is removed, and seems almost unnatural in the scene. There are lots of interpretations of the painting, but to me it feels either like a relaxing Sunday morning for the bourgeois or a tense moment between a couple. Either way, I love it.

PostSecret Sunday

This one is very true.

I do that too.

I think about this everyday.


Sometimes I do this too. Mostly because I’m jealous that you just had the bravery to order a double bacon cheeseburger and a soft-serve ice cream while I get a weeny little cheeseburger and feel horrible about it later.