#˖ ✧ ars longa; vita brevis » ( art )

[vizuart]

[mumblelard]

what a messy, muddy, lovely bit of sass.  this song had me grinning like a goon on my walk this morning

[snacking-on-art-2022]

Ars longa, vita brevis is a Latin translation of an aphorism coming originally from Greek. The Latin quote is often rendered in English as Art is long, life is short.

[trashkerouac]

[cometessanyx]

|| and some art of gen i've done during s3. the last one was for herogasm, before i found out herogasm wasn't, y'know, the boys' obligatory beach day episode. how upsetting.

anyways.

[eyeseechan]

i keep thinking about how camilla saying "love is long and life is short" is a reference to the latin saying "ars longa vita brevis" which somewhat translates to "art is long, life is short" which generally has two interpretations: 1. art is a skill and the time it takes to "master" it eclipses a human lifetime and 2. an artists' art is a legacy that will outlive their lifespan and like. the choice for this particular saying is so crazy to me!!!!!

camilla and palamedes relationship is years of hard work, drafts outlining a piece, splotches of paint and vivid strokes of colour and a canvas that was torn apart and stitched back together painstakingly, obssessively, lovingly (and in pal's case, literally). but if you're an artist, you know that sometimes the only way to save a piece is to completely delete it, and start over.

this is why camilla and palamedes burn. paul is the accumulation of all that skill, time, and effort. paul is their magnum opus, and their legacy.

[reichen--art]

Ars longa, vita brevis | Art is long, life is short

[virromanus]

20 Latin Phrases And Their Italian Equivalents Still In Use Today

Latin: "Carpe Diem" - Seize the day. Italian: "Cogli l'attimo" - Catch the moment.

Latin: "Veni, Vidi, Vici" - I came, I saw, I conquered. Italian: "Venni, Vidi, Vinsi" - I came, I saw, I won.

Latin: "In vino veritas" - In wine, there is truth. Italian: "Nel vino c'è la verità" - In wine, there is truth.

Latin: "Aqua vitae" - Water of life. Italian: "Acqua della vita" - Water of life.

Latin: "Caveat Emptor" - Let the buyer beware. Italian: "Acquirente, attento" - Buyer, be careful.

Latin: "Homo Sapiens" - Wise man. Italian: "Uomo sapiente" - Wise man.

Latin: "Ad Astra" - To the stars. Italian: "Verso le stelle" - Towards the stars.

Latin: "Ars longa, vita brevis" - Art is long, life is short. Italian: "L'arte è lunga, la vita è breve" - Art is long, life is short.

Latin: "Tempus fugit" - Time flies. Italian: "Il tempo vola" - Time flies.

Latin: "Amor Vincit Omnia" - Love conquers all. Italian: "L'amore vince tutto" - Love wins everything.

Latin: "Memento Mori" - Remember that you must die. Italian: "Ricorda che devi morire" - Remember that you have to die.

Latin: "Alea iacta est" - The die is cast. Italian: "Il dado è tratto" - The die is cast.

Latin: "Verbatim" - Word for word. Italian: "Parola per parola" - Word for word.

Latin: "Vox Populi" - Voice of the people. Italian: "Voce del popolo" - Voice of the people.

Latin: "Mea Culpa" - My fault. Italian: "Colpa mia" - My fault.

Latin: "Tabula Rasa" - Clean slate. Italian: "Tavola rasata" - Clean slate.

Latin: "Non sequitur" - It does not follow. Italian: "Non segue" - It doesn't follow.

Latin: "Per se" - By itself. Italian: "Di per sé" - By itself.

Latin: "Status Quo" - The existing state. Italian: "Stato Quo" - The existing state.

Latin: "De facto" - In fact, in reality. Italian: "Di fatto" - In fact.

[khywae]

No more fanfiction

Hey loves,

I just wanted to chat with you about a new direction I'm taking in my career.

My recent trip made me rethink a lot of things. It made me realize how short life is and how much time I've “lost” due to mental health struggles. My mind was my number #1 enemy, but not anymore. Now I'm determined to pursue my dreams unapologetically.

My biggest dream is to create a lasting legacy. I want to leave behind tons of content with the female gaze, portraying men as objects of desire rather than just women. It might seem like a silly dream compared to other, more grandiose ones, but I never had access to a lot of content like that. I always felt starved, scavenging the internet for scraps, especially when it came to submissive men. While I've found solace in the writing world, which flourishes with the female gaze, it’s still not enough. Men are just too gorgeous not to be appreciated in other forms of art. I want to live in a world where women have access to quality female gaze content and don’t have to resort to the male gaze if they don’t wish to. That means no faceless dudes, no showing only the woman’s body, and no men so ugly that could make a freight train take a dirt road. Enough.

To turn this dream into reality, I started to think. I could continue with writing, but as you guys can see from the number of words in The Muse and the time it took me to write it (6 fucking years), it would take too long. As the old saying goes, ars longa, vita brevis. Art takes a long time, and life is short. And I, my darlings, have a mission.

Because I love writing too much, I need something that limits the amount I can write. I thought about making videos, but it took out a large portion of the writing part, and it left me unsatisfied. After a lot of thought, I realized that video games can be the solution. They have visual elements, so I don’t need/can’t rely so heavily on my writing; I love games, I play them every day; and I can count on my fingers the number of adult games for women, meaning we need more. A lot more.

Like our himbo icon Kronk says, oh yeah, it’s all coming together.

So I'm excited to announce that I'll be creating games – fangames at first – that mix the interactive side of games and the smut from fanfiction. The SFW version of the games will be free, and the NSFW version and other perks can be accessed through my (freshly launched!) Patreon. There you'll have the power to vote for the next character featured in the games, access work-in-progress pictures and animations, see my writing process, and more. I’m still figuring things out, but I’m super hyped for this!

Currently, I’m working on the very first game of this legacy, called My Assassin Bodyguard. Yes, I transformed the Toji video/fanfic idea that I posted before into a game. You can play the demo now on itch.io!! You don't even have to download woooo!! The game may seem really basic as I get a hang of things and learn new software, but with time we’ll make improvements, such as adding different player characters, a smut gallery, and voice acting (!!!). Anything to make the experience the best it can be.

For those of you who are mostly here for my writing, don’t despair. My writing will still be alive, just in a different medium that needs me right now. I hope you understand. Thank you for your support all these years, for being here through it all. I'd be thrilled for you to join me on this new journey and help me bring this dream to life, together.

So here's the link to Patreon! (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) I hope to see you there! But if you can’t, I’ll still post updates here and you can always play the games on itch for free. After this dream is accomplished, my next mission will be to write books. Maybe I’ll do it along the way. We’ll see. Life’s full of surprises after all, and that’s the beauty of it. Let's enjoy it the best we can ♡

With love,

Khywae

TL;DR: Life's too short, I write too much and too slow, and I've got a ton of content to create to make my dream happen. So I'm switching to game development for now. I'd love for you to join me on this journey to make this dream a reality. Thank you for everything, love you.

P.S.:

About the Lore

I was so excited about this that I created a little world. Based on the two iconic fanfiction terms —ship and canon—, and my love for Pirate AUs, I came up with a world where we sail across the ocean, collecting ingredients to craft Tapes that connect us with different Alternate Universes. It’s basically a Witch-Pirates-‘90s nostalgia mix. I've got plans to flesh it out even more over time, like adding some decorations, some hot pirates... Important stuff, you know?

Here's the boat in its simplest form, to symbolize that our journey is just starting:

[sivavakkiyar]

ars longa vita brevis it’s all very true, art is long life is short…but I want to remind people that the the things you learn the gains you get the new experiences you have in the early days of learning anything are the most exciting thing. don’t be discouraged by knowing that there’s often a plateau or something, or especially a feeling that you’re ‘too late’. the early days / months / years of learning anything you want to are the most exciting thing

[caughtbetweenworlds]

[ymofficial]

One year ago today, we lost the great Ryuichi Sakamoto. His official account has posted a short video to memorialize him, which can be watched clicking the link above.

"Ars longa, vita brevis." : "Art is long, life is short."

[latin-phrases-showdown]

Quarterfinals 2

Vita brevis ars longa

"Art is long, life is short" : learning a craft takes time and you don't have much time to do so

An aphorism from the Greek physician Hippocrates (picture on the left : Hippocrates' aphorisms)

Now it tends to be read as "life is fleeting but art lasts"

I first saw it on the door of my secondary school's art room. I have fond memories of my time there and the phrase has stuck with me for over a decade now. Life truly is short, but art's influence over it is everlasting. Both in the sense that a work of art from centuries ago can still move people today, and in that throughout our lives, over generations and numerous lives, humans keep making art and find meaning in it.

Memento mori

"Remember you must die"

Mostly showcased through artwork, a memento mori reminds us of the brevity of our time here and the fragility of human life.

A basic memento mori painting would be a portrait with a skull but other symbols commonly found are hour glasses or clocks, extinguished or guttering candles, fruit, and flowers.

The [picture on the right] is Pablo Picasso's 'Goat's Skull, Bottle and Candle'

[thedarkacademian]

vita brevis, ars longa

.* • ★* .

ɢʀɛɛȶɨռɢֆ աǟռɖɛʀɛʀ, ɨ ǟʍ ȶɦɛ աɨȶƈɦ ȶɦǟȶ քօɨռȶֆ ɦɛʀ ֆȶɨƈӄ ǟȶ ȶɦɛ ɖǟʀӄ աօօɖֆ ǟռɖ ɖʀǟաֆ ǟ քʀօȶɛƈȶɨʋɛ ֆɨɢռǟʟ օռ ʏօʊʀ ʄօʀɛɦɛǟɖ ֆɨռɢɨռɢ ɨռ ǟռƈɨɛռȶ ȶօռɢʊɛֆ.

ok enough dramatics and more earnestness lol

call me Hazelmead, (@hazelmead is also moi)

i’m your resident poet, cryptid, singer, whimsigoth witch and all round hedonist with a love for the arts and most other pretentious pastimes. i study french when i’m not galloping horses across the countryside or writing poetry (currently working on a poetry book called The Longest Summer, that’s due to be out as soon as i can find a publisher) or music (soundcloud link below). i fucking love tumblr and this hole-in-the-theatre-wall community we’re all in over here, and i want to keep my page a haven for melancholic souls and dead poets of all kinds <3

tragically yours,

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒏

★ .* • ★* .

fun fact i’m actually way more of a chaotic academian but alas we encourage consistency round here so i will fervently persist as the dArk aCadeMiaN

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[2dayihaveaheadache]

Ars longa, vita brevis

It's Obikin AU time!

Obikin AU, in which Senator Obi-Wan Kenobi, elected representative of Stewjon, attends the annual Coruscantian celebration. As a man of morals, austere towards himself and true to his own word, this reimaging of the Cult of Dionysus, a festival of open sensuality, gluttony and decadence during the on raging Clone War is against his morals. The upper class of the inner Rim enjoys themselves, polygamy, wine, and women while other people in Galaxy suffer. He wants to end it and not be part of it. But sent as political representative, and more so pressured by his consultants, he attends the salon.

There, he is overwhelmed by the scent of his future lover, losing himself in a haze of drunkenness and love.

~*~

(Here a tiny scene to describe his first impressions, worldbuilding inspired by the Stoa and the Hellenistic time period and some Epicure as a template for hedonism)

Senator Obi-Wan Kenobi loathed festivals of all sorts, often just celebrated to imitate something else or to grant people the chance to lose themselves in drugs, intercourse, and gluttony. The senate, novelty, business elites, and every man who carried fortune and a mighty name were invited. The event had become a networking opportunity to mingle with the upper class of the Inner Rim, originally designed to fund a political campaign for pacifism, how ironic during a war, but whatever was left of this goal, was nowhere to be found.

The Entrée was an open square leading to a columned hall, imitating the stoa poikile of Athens. Although the carnal pleasure of life as they were celebrated there, spoke more to hedonism than stoicism. Stoa poikile had become a name with a scornful undertone. 

It was a feast of desires, paid love available with one beckon of the hand or a wink, lightly dressed Twi leks sitting on people’s laps. No manners as they were promised by their highborn status were holding the guests back to enjoy themselves, coitus, and Kaiburr crystal drinks. 

“Tedious.”, Obi-Wan scoffed, scrunching his nose, rubbing over his temples, cautious to not come in touch with the artwork that was placed on his head. Expensive for no reason and only worn to show off. His entire attire was selected by his consultants. 

His curls had been elaborately shaped with gel; the rest had been sprinkled with copper powder to emphasize the reddish color of his hair. The whole thing was crowned by a laurel wreath that stood on his head, symbolizing him as some victor. Otherwise, his clothes were kept simple, a beige robe tailored in the style of the ancient Greeks and leather sandals. His advisors had made him look like a Greek demigod, the light fabric playing around his upper arms and exposing a piece of skin from his chest and right shoulder.

He leaned against one of the pillars, took a sip from his drink, and tried to let the intoxication of the feast sink in, to forget the raging moral priest in his mind. The whole decadence of the upper class spread out before him, carved in marble like an ancient fresco. But instead of depicting warhorses, foot soldiers, and sharpened spears, a feast of Dionysus, reimagined, blossomed on the steps of the columned hall. 

Freshly picked figs had been set up in woven wicker baskets, sweet pastries dripping with syrup in colorful ceramic bowls and bread dipped in wine on decorated plates. Each piece of pottery was a work of art for itself, crafted by the most skilled hands of all Coruscant and yet it was treated like dirt here. The guests wolfed down the delicacies and stuffed their mouths and stomachs. Then they turned to the scantily clad figures on their laps, young men or women, youths who had just reached manhood, kissed their exposed skin, tore the silk and linen from their thin shoulders, and devoured what they were after from the beginning.

No sexuality, no desire, no preference was tabooed here if you paid the respectable credits for it. A green Twi’lek, jewelry dangling from her two lekkus, had risen from another man’s lap and eyed Obi-Wan from afar. Her eyes roamed his stature, his bared chest, his freckled skin, before signaling him to come closer. He gently rejected her with a shake of his head, taking another sip from his drink. It was sweet, pink-colored, tasting of strawberries, not to his taste, he grimaced and still drowned it.

~*~

(And here a little snippet of Senator Obi-Wan meeting Anakin and then being ‘fuck it, I mean fuck me’ abandoning all his morals to just get a taste of the other man.)

Drums were played somewhere and the people had started to dance with joined hands, forming circles, barefoot on the cool marble, moving their bodies in sensual rhythms, intoxicated by the drum sound. They blurred into a havoc of colorful clothing in front of Obi-Wan’s eyes, fabric, silk, damask, linen blown by the heated summer wind and folding around their sculpted body, each move performed with the intention to desire and be desired.

The air tasted of cinnamon, spiced leather, mixed with the musk of human sweat, intoxicating Obi-Wan, guiding him into a haze of scents and tastes, the land of carnal oral pleasure. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, velvet-like, fluttery, almost like an erogenous zone being pierced by all the scents and tastes. A shiver ran down his spine, goose bumps adorning his skin.

Someone was approaching him, he realized as a figure detached from the crowd to appear in front of Obi-Wan. The person’s face was hidden behind a pale blue face veil and only the shadows painted on his countenance let Obi-Wan perceive hints of his looks. A sharp bone structure with a piercing jaw, thin cheeks, and a strong nose contrasted by the shadow of long, feminine eyelashes and plush lips. Obi-Wan could only detect the hint of curls, framing the strangers face. He raised his hands, cupping the other man’s face, feeling the other man’s warmth radiating from his skin through the veil.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth, took in a breath, only to be greeted with another wave of the intoxicating scent, that had made him drunken before, losing himself in it. His eyes fluttered shut. New nuances bloomed on his tongue, that he had not been able to decipher before. Next to spiced leather was a mild note vanilla. A slight, fresh note mint, overlapped by the dominate cinnamon. And a sweet-lingering scent of Indian date, that was nearly lost in his musk. It tasted like a melody, perfectly combined shades to complete a great symphony. Pleasure was building in Obi-Wan’s gut, making his blood sing, hum, scream with his desire.

His fingers wandered under the veil to continue with their exploration, unveiling the other man, to finally see the object of his lust. Because he had to ensure to get a taste of it.

~*~

(And a very brief scene of the two lovers, finally holding each other because I have a soft spot for them.)

The starry sky shone above them as the other man laid in his arms on the meadow, crickets chirping in the background and the air still tasting of last summer, tiny blooms flourishing next to the couple. Sleep had stolen Anakin away from him, guiding him into the realm of dreams. He smiled softly at his lover and traced the scar on his face with his thumb, caressing him tenderly, placing his mouth were once his finger had been with butterfly kisses, hoping to preserve this for an eternity.

(Hope you enjoy it!)

[departmentq]

RIP, Ryuichi Sakamoto, electronic music pioneer, composer and actor, who passed away on March 28th, 2023, after a multiple year bout with cancer.

“Ars longa, vita brevis”. (Art is long, life is short)

Note: song was originally released as a electronic track as part of the soundtrack of the 1983 film of the same title. This acoustic version, released in the 1990s, has gotten me through some sh*t over the years.