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shadesandshadows:

 The Sons of Clovis II, 1880, oil on canvas by Évariste Vital Luminais, French history artist, 1822-1896. Musée des Beaux-Arts, Rouen, France. 

  Luminais was sometimes called “the painter of the Gauls.” This painting was exhibited at the Paris Salon in 1880 and has been famous ever since.

  Twelfth-century legend has it the two sons of Clovis II, King of Neustria and Burgundy, revolted against their father in his absence. Their mother  punished them by burning the tendons of their muscles so they could no longer move.

  She covered them with blankets, gave them soft pillows and abandoned them in an oarless, rudderless boat on the Seine.  The candle and flowers represent the protection of God. The dark building at the back and right is a Benedictine abbey where they will be taken in to live a life of holiness.

femme-de-lettres:

Large (OASC)

The Metropolitan Museum encapsulates Sir Edward Burne-Jones’ The Love Song (1868–1877) beautifully: “Drawing inspiration from the gothicizing Pre-Raphaelite movement, the
artist conjured a twilight scene with a richly romantic, medieval air,
enhanced by allusions to Italian Renaissance art, from the warm, dewy
colors to the gracious figures and original frame, which recalls
sixteenth-and-seventeenth-century Venetian designs.”

A woman in a shimmering silver dress plays a tiny chamber organ, while an androgynous angel pumps the bellows. A man in dark armor, red cloth billowing from his elbows to rhyme with the angel’s loose garment, watches on.

eresiapennypacker:

La sento che cola
linfa su pelle
mi sento
da sola
feroce, ribelle
mi sento con gusto
mi aspetto di tutto
bocciolo di rosa
sferzato dal vento
si apre
s’ arrende
si perde nel tempo
La smania sincera
violenta il mio lutto
ho perduto qualcosa
quel che volevo
la terra scompare
non strepito più
come solevo
M’immagino nuda
viaggiar con le stelle.

artwork: artist unknown, source needed

Sculpture: ‘Swan’ by Jamie Young

hieros-lokhos:

Fidelio: Chor der Gefangen “O Welche Lust!” – Beethoven (1805)

Chor der Gefangen: O welche Lust, in freier Luft. Den Atem leicht zu heben! Nur hier, nur hier ist Leben, der Kerker eine Gruft.

Erster Gefangener: Wir wollen mit Vertrauen. Auf Gottes Hilfe bauen! Die Hoffnung flüstert sanft mir zu: Wir werden frei, wir finden Ruh’.

Alle anderen: O Himmel! Rettung! Welch ein Glück! O Freiheit! Kehrest du zurück?