Frith Chronicles Bestiary Drawings by Ognjen Sporin
Henri Fantin-Latour (1836-1904) "Poppies" (1891) Oil on canvas Located in the Art Gallery of South Australia, Adelaide, South Australia, Australia
Frederick Sandys (1829-1904) "Love's Shadow" (1867) Oil on panel Pre-Raphaelite The painting's sitter is actress Mary Emma Jones, Sandys' common-law wife. She is biting the blooms of blue violets, which are a symbol of love and devotion in Victorian floriography
lol i hate today’s era of absolutely zero nuance takes. a friend didn’t behave exactly as you’d wanted them to? cut them off. a guy didn’t text you back instantly bc he has his own life? he’s just giving you breadcrumbs. doing something makes you uncomfortable? don’t do it anymore. someone isn’t instantly available for you? disinterest. just absolutist statements that often don’t apply to the multilayer situations of everyday life. like. stop. literally just stop it
How to compliment me:
- Say something nice about Taylor Swift
I️ personally really related to this post.
oh man i just get such a kick outta other people's passions. it's like the opposite of secondhand embarrassment - it's secondhand excitement. like fuck yeah dude! i'm so fucking proud of you! you worked so fucking hard (i remember, i was there, i saw!) and then you made this and it is fucking amazing. it doesn't even have to be good! you don't even have to make anything! i just love that you love something! i fucking bask in that, man. it makes all my meters read "fuck yeah"....... nothing can hurt me i am protected by the warmth of Friends Enjoying Things.......
i'm such a friend lover. i genuinely believe that my friends are the coolest funniest loveliest most ridiculously joyous people out there! im biased as hell!! i think theyre all rad! and the universe just so happened to slip all these beloved people into my orbit! and vice versa!! wtf!
im so glad i was born with the taylor swift enjoyer gene like i cannot imagine being one of those ppl who just seethes at the thought of her and having to exist in her world like this
its weird how no one seems to acknowledge that Van Gogh's mental breakdowns and suicide were in part caused by the ruthless and exploitative art trade business
Vincent Van Gogh had a letter on him when he shot himself in the chest. It was a draft of the last letter he ever sent to his brother, Theo. In it he praises his brother for appreciating art and acting with humanity, unlike other art dealers:
I’ll always consider that you’re something other than a simple dealer in Corots, that through my intermediacy you have your part in the very production of certain canvases, which even in calamity retain their calm.
There is an implication that dealers ignore living artists until after their death
That’s all, or at least the main thing I can have to tell you in a moment of relative crisis. In a moment when things are very tense between dealers in paintings – by dead artists – and living artists.
Ah well, I risk my life for my own work and my reason has half foundered in it – very well – but you’re not one of the dealers in men; as far as I know and can judge I think you really act with humanity,
In 1889, Van Gogh suffers a mental breakdown and he's institutionalized. The townspeople of Arles, where he resided at the time, petition against his release. They write that he's an alcoholic and mentally unstable, that he's a danger to quaint little Arles. They ask him to be sent to his family or be locked away in an asylum.
Today, the tourism office of Arles boasts about providing the great painter Vincent van Gogh with the inspiration for some of his most famous paintings.
This still happens. Suicide rates among creative workers are some of the highest, and yet barely anyone shows solidarity with them when they stand up against being exploited. A considerable portion of the left actively disdains artists and excuse it with art being a bourgeois pursuit. Artists are mistreated to the point of taking their own lives, by their industry, by their family, by the very people who enjoy their work, but some people who wanted the prestige of becoming an artist decided to get higher paying "real jobs" instead, and that is the real injustice.
And after doing nothing to prevent their untimely death, even contributing to it, people claim ownership of their art as cultural heritage.
