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figuresinthevoid:

The Beloved

Marie Spartali Stillman (Μαρία Ευφροσύνη Σπαρτάλη, 1844-1927), British painter of Greek descent.

Belonging to the Pre-Raphaelite movement, she enjoyed a particularly prolific career, and painted more than a hundred works over sixty years.

Her work is characteristic of Pre-Raphaelism and mainly represents female figures from the great works of medieval literature.

This artist, particularly tall in size, from a height of 1,90 meters (6 ft 3 in), also impressed by her beauty those who had the privilege of having her as a model.

(Details. The pictures show in order: Love’s Messenger, 1885 ; How the Virgin Came to Brother Conrad in Offia and Laid her Son in his Arms, 1892 ; Dante’s Vision of Leah and Rachel, 1887 ; Beatrice, 1895 ; The Enchanted Garden of Messer Ansaldo, 1889 ; Fiammetta Singing, 1879 ; Mariana, between 1867 and 1869 ; The Childhood of Saint Cecilia, 1883 ; How the Virgin Came to Brother Conrad in Offia and Laid her Son in his Arms, again, 1892 ; and finally, Wreath of Roses, 1880)

featherwhisper:

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carerxsmolreg:

Here are some pink stars since you did so well today

neoyorzapoteca:

“The names of brown give us a clearer picture. The pigments are: earth brown; burnt umber; burnt ochre; burnt sienna; all earths cooked to red hot. Cooking is present in brown. Sepia is the odd one out—the ink of the cuttlefish, which was boiled with lye and used as a pigment. Brown is an old colour. Its ancestors are the horses and bison painted in prehistoric caves. The clothes of our ancestors were brown. Most skins are brown. Brown cloth always dressed the poor. The names of brown dyes are sweet and edible. You can buy a coat in caramel, toffee, almond, coffee, chocolate or curry. Brown is sweetness and nourishment.(…) [And] brown light?Unreal City, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. (T. S. Eliot, The Wasteland) The autumn leaves dissolve in the mist and winter rain. Slow as a tortoise. It was on a tortoiseshell lyre that Apollo played the first note. A brown note. From the trees came the polished woods to make the violin and bass, which snuggled up to the golden brass. In the arms of yellow, brown is at home.”

— Derek Jarman, Chroma (via antigonick)

nepenthel: