Photographer Unknown, (The White Tub)

A Martini and a Cigarette

Photographer Unknoown, (A Martini and a Cigarette)

Bath of Foam

Photographer Unknown, (The Bath of Foam)

Van Morrison: “Hark, Now Hear the Sailors Cry”

Photographer Unknown, (Listening to the Ocean)

“Hark, now hear the sailors cry,
Smell the sea, and feel the sky,
Let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic.

― Van Morrison, “Into the Mystic”

His Pale Body

Photographer Unknown, (His Pale Body)

“He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly lavered. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower.” – James Joyce, Ulysses

Submerged

Photographer Unknown,, (Submerged)

White Suds

Photographer Unknown, (White Suds)

Edge of the Tub

Photographer Unknown, (On the Edge of the Tub)

The Thinker in the Tub

Photographer Unknown, (The Thinker in the Tub)

“People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances with our own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.”
― Joseph Campbell, The Power of Myth

The Occupied Tub

Photographer Unknown, (The Occupied Tub), Sepia Image

The Clawfoot Bath Tub

Photography by Sly Hand, Title Unknown, (The Clawfoot Bath Tub)

Sylvia Plath: “The Water Needs to be Very Hot”

Photographer Unknown, (The Man in the Tub), Selfies

“There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: ‘I’ll go take a hot bath.’

I meditate in the bath.The water needs to be very hot, so hot you can barely stand putting your foot in it. Then you lower yourself, inch by inch, till the water’s up to your neck.

I remember the ceiling over every bathtub I’ve stretched out in. I remember the texture of the ceilings and the cracks and the colors and the damp spots and the light fixtures. I remember the tubs, too: the antique griffin-legged tubs, and the modern coffin-shaped tubs, and the fancy pink marble tubs overlooking indoor lily ponds, and I remember the shapes and sizes of the water taps and the different sorts of soap holders.

I never feel so much myself as when I’m in a hot bath.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar