#Self-portrait with Wife

[themuseumwithoutwalls]

MWW Artwork of the Day (1/15/23) Stanislaw Wyspianski (Polish, 1869–1907) Self-portrait with Wife (1904) Pastel on paper, 47.7 x 62.2 cm Muzeum Narodowe, Krakow

"Self-Portrait with Wife" was inspired by images of husbands and wives, known in art history. The self-portrait with Teofilia, dressed in a colorful Krakow costume, is undoubtedly a symbolic work. With this work Wyspianski highlighted the essence of his existence and deep attachment to the beauty and diversity of his native land.

For more of this artist's work see this MWW gallery: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?vanity=TheMuseumWithoutWalls&set=a.3604231583015518

[columboscreens]

[wrylu]

he got some accessories

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

My new PFP. Considering I'm still VERY new to digital art, I'm quite proud of it.

[peaceinthestorm]

Carolus-Duran (1837-1917, French) ~ Le Baiser, 1868

[renycat]

[mo-ok]

cleaned up some of my gingaman sketches <3 <3 <3

[thatscarletflycatcher]

Truly reading fundamental academic literature is a humbling experience of intellectually mining for gold. Yes, past a certain point in academic life you'll feel like a whole lot of it is just dust, and then suddenly the author will hit you with a very enlightening passage that leaves you reeling a bit.

[ufohh]

Being soft on main for the start of lovey-dovey month with a wife appreciation post~ @purxeus Is the most amazing person ive ever had the pleasure of knowing and im very lucky to have married my best friend~

[silezukuk]

Paul Outerbridge (1896-1958) - Self Portrait with Wife Paula, Paris, c. 1927 [***]

[acebytaemin]

got the working from home station swag

[kittycherk]

teeny self portrait

[trinketbug]

When you're wild, when you're mad, I'm your girl <3

[drrestlesshate]

Italo Cremona

[frogandcog]

I made a tile pattern of my wife (Frog), myself (Cog), and our babies! Especially proud of how Frog turned out.

[myname-isnia]

Ever since I first read Eugene Onegin two years ago, and even more now that I had to reread it for school recently, I've been saying that I've never related to a fictional character more than I relate to Tatyana Larina (not counting my own characters, that is, as they are intentional projections). Particularly the verses about Tatyana's childhood hit very close to home. I've been wanting to talk about it for a while but couldn't find a translation of the book that I liked. So, instead of sleeping, I spent 2 hours absolutely torturing my own brain by coming up with my own translation and I'm way too proud not to share.

Eugene Onegin, chapter 2, verses 25, 26 and 27, translated with the original temp and rhyming scheme intact, by yours truly <3

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XXV

And so, her sister's named Tatyana.

She seldom catches someone's gaze,

Lacks Olga's beauty, lacks her glamour,

The pink-cheeked freshness of her face.

She's almost feral, quiet with woe,

So quick to startle, like a doe.

And even in her family home

She seemed a child not quite their own.

She hardly ever showed affection,

Both mom and dad would often say.

By window she would spend her day

Alone but for her own reflection,

She judged the children running wild,

Though she herself was still a child.

XXVI

Imagination was her close friend

From infancy. As village days

Kept dragging on without an end,

She'd get lost in her fantasies.

Needle and thread she too avoided,

Fabric was never once embroidered

By her unblemished fingers, for

She found needlework a bore.

An average girl would take her doll,

Sit down with it and start to talk,

Prepare it for the time to walk

Into an upper class grand ball –

To silent dolls during these sessions

Young girls repeat their mothers' lessons.

XXVII

Tatyana never had discussions

With dolls, nor did she play with them;

She never told them of the fashions,

Of city news, and even then

Of toys and games she was quite wary,

She'd rather read of something scary.

In winters, in the dead of night,

Her heart learned how to take a fright.

When for young Olga their old nanny

Would gather up the neighbours' kids

To run and play out in the fields,

Tatyana would act most uncanny:

She never played or ran around,

And found their laughter far too loud.

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