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illustratus · 7 months
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Vesuvius Eruption at Night overlooking the Scuola di Virgilio, 1822
by Josef Rebell
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lux-vitae · 1 year
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Ideale Landschaft mit Tempelgebäuden (Ideal Landscape with Temple Buildings) by Joseph Rebell (1808)
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empirearchives · 3 months
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Naples a l'époque de Napoléon : Rebell et la lumières du golfe
Naples in the time of Napoleon. Rebell and the light of the Gulf
Naples in the time of Napoleon. Rebell and the light of the Gulf restores the atmosphere and image of the city in the years from 1808 to 1815, when Joachim Murat and his consort Caroline Bonaparte, the youngest of Napoleon's three sisters, were the much-loved rulers of Naples. This was a period of progress and renewed splendour for the kingdom, marked by extraordinary social, economic and urban transformations and particular attention towards the territory. The culture of the Murats and their modern taste acquired in Paris gave the arts a considerable boost, dividing their time between the official royal palaces of Naples and Caserta and their favourite private residence in Portici.
Patrons of the great portrait painters, Joachim and especially Caroline showed a particular sensitivity for veduta and landscape painting, calling French masters in the genre to their court, Special protection was reserved for the Viennese artist Joseph Rebell, who, along with other specialists in veduta painting, features prominently in this exhibition. Rebell spent several periods of time in Italy between 1812 and 1824, particularly in Naples.
Views of the city, its gulf and magnificent surroundings were his favourite subjects, even after leaving Naples in 1815, fuelling in Europe the myth of the unique nature of this enchanted land celebrated by the painters of the Grand Tour. His training and success are evoked and set against the backdrop of the cosmopolitan Neapolitan scene between the end of the 18th century and the second decade of the 19th century, marked by the presence of numerous travellers and landscape painters who profoundly renewed the vision of reality.
The Murat family itself is also a protagonist of the exhibition, with the presence of numerous portraits, paintings and sculptures bearing witness to the important role it played at that time.
The works are on loan from prestigious organisations, including the Belvedere of Vienna, partner of the exhibition, other major Austrian museum, such as the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts and the Austrian National Library, and French museums such as the Château of Fontainebleau and Versailles.
The exhibition is curated by Sabine Grabner, Luisa Martorelli, Fernando Mazzocca and Gennaro Toscano, with the collaboration of the Institut français in Naples.
Dates: November 23 2023 - April 7 2024
(Gallerie d’Italia)
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Iew of Sorrento at sunset Joseph Rebell
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kulturell · 2 years
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per-sie · 2 years
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'cause i'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby 🎸❤️
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atombonniebaby · 6 months
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War Never Changes. I'm a little late to @falloutober
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"C'mon, lad. I canna lose another one..."
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"Argh. Geroff! I'm fine, boss!🙄"
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It made me sad, so I had to do a "he's okay!" drawing too 🥺 But they turned out so cute!
The idea was basically Nate has experienced a lot of young men losing their lives in the war and he's the type of guy who wouldn't let them die alone...So Mac getting hurt is a little too close to home.
Maybe I'll do another one when Mac gets an earful for recklessly running into firefight...
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blurryfce300 · 7 months
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cliquetober’s coming so making some quick/easier stuff to help me get ready for the grind
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stairnaheireann · 7 months
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#OTD in 1798 – Irish Rebellion of 1798 | Irish rebels, with French assistance, establish the short-lived Republic of Connacht.
The Irish Republic more commonly referred to as the Republic of Connacht was a short-lived Irish breakaway puppet state established with French Directory military support for 13 days during the Irish Rebellion of 1798. Below is an excerpt from the proclamation of General Humbert, the French General who led the French and Irish armed forces in the short-lived Republic. The proclamation was made on…
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bunnvines · 2 years
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manifesting an eddie book like the rebel robin and runaway max books!! like i just want to know more about him like is that too much to ask :(
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jadedgoat · 1 year
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illustratus · 1 year
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Lighthouse in the Port of Naples by Moonlight by Josef Rebell
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Most Underrated Movie
The Impossible
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
The Intouchables
The Dark Knight Rises
The Cabin in the Woods
Pitch Perfect
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khaperai · 2 years
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nicklloydnow · 2 years
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“To be governed is to be watched over, inspected, spied on, directed, legislated at, regulated, docketed, indoctrinated, preached at, controlled, assessed, weighed, censored, ordered about, by men who have neither the right, nor the knowledge, nor the virtue. ... To be governed is to be at every operation, at every transaction, noted, registered, enrolled, taxed, stamped, measured, numbered, assessed, licensed, authorized, admonished, forbidden, reformed, corrected, punished. It is, under the pretext of public utility, and in the name of the general interest, to be placed under contribution, trained, ransomed, exploited, monopolized, extorted, squeezed, mystified, robbed; then, at the slightest resistance, the first word of complaint, to be repressed, fined, despised, harassed, tracked, abused, clubbed, disarmed, choked, imprisoned, judged, condemned, shot, deported, sacrificed, sold, betrayed; and, to crown all, mocked, ridiculed, outraged, dishonoured. That is government; that is its justice; that is its morality.” - Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, ‘The General Idea of the Revolution in the Nineteenth Century’ (1851)
“What decides rank is the quantum of power that you are; the rest is cowardice.” - Friedrich Nietzsche, ‘Writings from the Late Notebooks’ [Notebook 11, November 1887 - March 1888] (2003)
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thekadster · 1 year
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cliquetober day 10: decay (a twenty one pilots drabble)
Fandom: Twenty One Pilots
Word Count: 488
Trigger Warnings: None!
Author’s Notes: Wrote something from Jenna’s POV :0
❝ Jenna always thought of the red carnation in Tyler's pocket.
She knew there was something about DEMA that he couldn’t let go of.❞
also read it on ao3!
Jenna always thought of the red carnation in Tyler's pocket.
She didn’t know why he always carried it around. She thought he didn’t like the color anymore, all too reminiscent of the Bishops’ robes. He brought it from DEMA when he was last rescued, finding it in the dead grass. She didn’t think flowers could even grow in the city.
Whenever people would ask, he’d always say it was something he “picked up along the way”, that he found it “somewhere”. He kept it around because it looked pretty – and to be fair, it did – but that’s all he’d say. She always wondered why he didn't talk about it much.
What he lacked in conversation, he made up for in attention. He’d sometimes sit and stare at it, admiring its hue and the folds in its petals. There was a certain look in his eyes, wonder mixed with something deeper and distant. She lost track of the times he’d done it, whether by the campfire or standing alone on a cliff.
Today was one such time. It had now been over a year since Tyler found the carnation. The petals were dried and torn, some having even fallen off. The stem had grown decayed and crooked from all the times he'd shoved it into his coat.
But still, he twirled it around in his fingers and traced its darkened reds. It was like time had never passed.
Jenna sat down beside him over the cliff. “Are you ever going to get tired of it?”
Tyler paused. The flower looked like it would fall apart at any moment. “I don’t know.”
“It’s been a year, Tyler,” she said. She tilted her head. “I never thought you liked red so much.”
“I don’t.”
“Then why keep it around?”
He stared at the flower, his mind searching for something that was almost there. He tried finding reason in missing the life in a city he hated. “...I don’t know.”
She frowned, noticing his distant eyes. She knew there was something about DEMA he couldn’t let go of. It happened to many Banditos like them. They hated the city and wouldn’t ever go back, but for a long time, it was all they knew. It was hard letting go of that kind of familiarity, even for her.
Jenna put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, we’re almost at Slowtown. There are lots of flowers there, you can pick new ones.”
Tyler looked at her. “You’ve been to Slowtown?”
“No.” She shook her head. “But I’ve heard.”
They sat in silence for a while. Tyler thought about the flowers. It had been years since he’d been to Slowtown, and he wondered if she was right. Their journey had become so long at times that he doubted if the town was even real.
But if it was anything unlike DEMA, maybe he’d see more than carnations. Maybe he’d learn to let this one go.
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