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Christopher Beitz
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The Unicorn in Captivity (from the Unicorn Tapestries) c 1495–1505
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People Reading in Osman Hamdi Bey Paintings:
the scholar, 1878
young woman reading, 1880
islamic theologian with koran, 1902
the fountain of life, 1904
a young emir studying, 1905
[Osman Hamdi Bey, 1840-1910, was an Ottoman painter, curator, archaeologist, administrator and intellectual from Istanbul]
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Haverst on Instagram
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photo: @simotto on instagram
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holding hands
raised hands of great finesse, kom ombo temple - egypt // holding hands, persepolis - iran // egyptian colossal of ramesses II and the goddess sekhmet // temple of horus at edfu
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Wadjda (2013) - dir. Haifaa Al-Mansour // Saudi Arabia
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The lovers of Bordeaux
This intimate Gallo-Roman couple was made by Pistillus, a potter who was working in France, 2nd century. The two figures, naked, but partially covered with a blanket, are tenderly entwined. The feet of the couple embracing, a dog curled up sleeping peacefully. On the back of the bed, there is a trademark: PISTILLVS FECIT (Pistillus did). After 2 thousand years nothing has changed! It could be anyone with their family pet.
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Tiebele, Burkina Faso (2011) by Bruno Barbey
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Detail of Caravaggio’s Judith Beheading Holofernes (c. 1607)
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“When I listen to music gardens open out around me, and the melody becomes a flower I hear with my eyes. Sound has an image, and this image has a sound, which slowly gathers momentum like waves, more far-reaching than a literary metaphor. Carnations leave their flower beds and are distributed on the tables of high-class restaurants to compensate a stranger for some forgotten loss, or make a diner waiting for his companion better prepared to face the uncertainties of their encounter. Nobody stops the narcissus listening for hours to a song of joy in the water and believing it is a song of praise. When white lilies fill a room with their huge, pungent scent, I am confused by my thoughts about them, the opposite of violets, which make me pause where two sounds intersect and dissolve, indistinguishable as the tears shed at weddings and funerals, and the opposite of anemones, which are content with a song on the broad margins, a pastorale on the low mountain slopes. All of this is so I can say: the red rose is visible music, and jasmine is a message of longing from nobody to nobody.”
—Mahmoud Darwīsh, visible music, excerpt: a river dies of thirst
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