Commission for Michael for his wife for Christmas, to match with a commission from earlier this year.
Girl with Pearl Earring, at the museum - Johannes Vermeer
Save me warm toned lit windows of tenement blocks on a winters evening save me
This is what it's all about btw
#streetphotography #photo #photography #montreal
Sarah Bernhardt (1844-1923), Ophelia (detail).
Lights at a botanical garden reflecting onto a puddle while raindrops fall onto it, looks like mini fireworks !
by Dillybub (reddit)
To put it very bluntly.
You will always make a better impact helping people who need it than trying to hurt people you think deserve it.
京都 積善寺 🍁紅葉2023🍁
kyoto syakuzenji temple 🍁autumn leaves🍁
The paradox of tolerance is only a paradox if you think of tolerance as some sacred and unconditional moral duty. Some ultimate and absolute law with no exceptions, and if you ever slip into the sin of intolerance, you must repent yourself and beg for forgiveness. Yeah no fuck that. Tolerance is a social contract. You're in the game as an equal player for as long as you play by the same rules as everyone else, and if you don't, your ass is fucking out. You're not entitled to the same respect you won't give others.
"Oh so you all tolerate each other just because you tolerate each other, but if I want to destroy you, then all of a sudden you want to destroy me?" Literally yes. That's the gist of it. What's not clicking. This equation is so simple it barely counts as math.
"I refuse to sign the social contract if it means I have to be polite to people I don't understand" said the bigot
"Well then you aren't protected by the terms and conditions" says everyone who has signed
“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.”
- Vincent van Gogh
Fabio Viale, marble sculpture.
need y'all to know that my friend and i have been looking at fabio's body of work for the past 30 minutes. this is the guy that does the tattoo'd classics sculptures. hyper-realistic tires with weathered tread. fucking. rust textured correctly on nails??? this shit is insane please look at this
the colors of the sunrise
What I love about this, though, is that the little nails will become an outline of where the water was. It will trace the shape, show someone later what was there once upon a time. It will be a testament to how much this guy wanted to capture the amazing things he saw and experienced, and though it will never truly keep it, it will hold a memory, something that in itself is beautiful and worthy of experience. We cannot describe the indescribable, but we can trace its outline, give some idea of what we experienced.
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