Albert Roelofs (1877-1920, Dutch) ~ Feeding the Swans, the Artist's Wife Tjieke and their Daughter Albertine, n/d
[Source: Sotheby's]
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Frederik Hendrik Kaemmerer (Dutch, 1839-1902)
The Christening, n.d.
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For #Woodensday:
Dirck van Rijswijck (Dutch, 1596-1679)
Floral Still Life, mid-17th century
Ebony, rosewood, and mother-of-pearl on oak panel, in an African blackwood frame
On display at Museum of Fine Arts, Boston
“Seventeenth-century Dutch artists were often concerned with the minute, but the socioeconomic world they operated in was anything but small. Similarly, while representations of insect and plant life on this plaque are rooted in the close study of nature, the object's materiality speaks to the global reach of Dutch merchants. The mother-of-pearl originated in the South Pacific, rosewood often came from Indonesia, and the frame is made of African black-wood.”
Closeups of the insects:
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I DON'T NEED YOUR ROSES, I LIKE MEN ON THEIR KNEES
Humans, however, can't live very long without some sense of a continuing story. Such stories go beyond the limited rational system with which you surround yourself; they are crucial keys to sharing time-experience with others. Now a narrative is a story, not a logic, nor ethics, nor philosophy. It is a dream you keep having, whether you realize it or not. Just as surely as you breathe, you go on ceaselessly dreaming your story. And in these stories you wear two faces. You are simultaneously subject and object. You are a whole and you are a part. You are real and you are shadow. "Storyteller" and at the same time "character". It is through such multilayering of roles in our stories that we heal the loneliness of being an isolated individual in the world. Yet without a proper ego nobody can create a personal narrative, any more than you can drive a car without an engine, or cast a shadow without a real physical object. But once you've consigned your ego to someone else, where on earth do you go from there? At this point you receive a new narrative from the person to whom you have entrusted your ego. You've handed over the real thing, so what comes back is a shadow. And once your ego has merged with another ego, your narrative will necessarily take on the narrative created by that ego. (Haruki Murakami)
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Dutch van der Linde sets one foot in Blackwater and he’s like ohhhhhh my god I have to kill a young woman right now
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i hate when people slut shame abigail. “they all had her” well did you ever stop and think about it the other way around? abigail marston had ALL of your faves wanting her! i think it’s time to realize that maybe you’re hating cause you’re jealous.
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