The findings of an art history student with a love of art, feminism, equality, opera, music in general, religion, mythology, sociology, medieval manuscripts, books, the body, and human love of all sorts.
Elliott Erwitt, Museo del Prado, Madrid, Spain, 1995
I just happened across this series entitled After Master by Yin Xin. By far my favourite is the Birth of Venus. Yin has taken classic master paintings and replaced their Western subjects with Chinese ones. LOVES IT.
- Top is Birth of Venus by Boticelli.
- Dejeuner Sur L’Herbe by Manet.
- Venus and the Lute Player by Titian
- Mona Lisa by Da Vinci
You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for your own pleasure.
John Berger Ways of Seeing (via spartanbitch)
This is super fucking relevant.
And why self portraits (selfies) are often such an act of self preservation and resistance.
Hahahaha this so much. I knew so many creeps who always idolized women’s bodies to the point of fetishizing it, but the second a girl showed any self-love? Oh, no, she’s foul.
That’s why when people call me vain or conceited I tear their throats out. Nobody loves me as much as me, shit.
I posted a photo of myself in a short black dress & some J Simp heels and IMPLIED that I thought I was cute.
Lost 8 followers instantly.
If we bring race into this and talk about how a BLACK woman can’t dare think she cute, we’d be here all day.
Quoting Leonardo da Vinci, who had told his students to study and copy patterns formed by the cracks and spots on an old wall in order to find new subject matter, Breton advised surrealist painters to do the same.
Oh! Only Bernini can make me look at marble and swear it’s flesh.
Is it not curious how clearly, how distinctly we sense our life when we watch heave black clouds rushing past the moon, when we see their edges gilded by the moon or see them swallowing the moon altogether? It then seems to us as if we could write the story of our lives in images such as these.
Barbara Kruger 2010
The Brooch, Eva Mudocci (1903) by Edvard Munch
La Vie Amoureuse des Spumifères, Georges Hugnet-
Surrealist poet, artist, critic who made these art works adding a little color to old erotica postcards between 47’ and 48’ and then added dada-like automatic spontaneous and absurd poems in the sixties.
that’s how he does it (i thought it was done by assistants….)
internal shot of Hagia Sophia, in Istanbul (formerly Constantinople).
again with the “penetrating shafts.”
let us. admire. them.
So beautiful. I hope to see this someday!
André Malraux, Museum Without Walls, 1947
Curators at Whitechapel Gallery, around 1930
women curators *swoon* - I want to plunged into this picture and chat with them as they assemble their exhibition.
Girl in a Green Dress - Tamara de Lempicka, 1930