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Portrait of the Painter Anton Peschka - Egon Schiele 

Sketch of a dream vision seen on 05.06.14
The hunter – dweller of the dream realm – pursues the sleeper who has assumed the shape of a deer. This shape allows the sleeper to enter and leave the dream realm at will. The hunter does his best to lock the sleeper in the dream realm with his magic arrow, but the deer keeps escaping into darkness of the waking world. I experience the vision simultaneously as the hunter and the deer.  
Acrylics on paper, 22.5 x 30 cm

Born on this day (07/22/1882): Edward Hopper.
“Self-Portrait and Hand Studies”, c. 1900.


ca. 1850s, [stereodaguerreotype portrait of a young lady, by W.L. Germon, housed in a case by John Stull of Philadelphia]

Unlike the more common Mascher case, Stull’s design has lenses integrated into the cover and folding hinges allowing the viewer to adjust the focus.  Portrait is under a mat stamped W.L. Germon, for Washington Lafayett Germon, a photographer active in Philadelphia 1848-1860, who also worked as an artist, engraver, and druggist during the same period.  There is no record of John Stull as a photographer, so it is not surprising to see the actual image done by Germon, whose studio was listed at 168 Chestnut in 1856, just four blocks east of the address on Stull’s case.

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What’s the difference between Modernism and Postmodernism? Heh. Well, imagine an iron man, powerful and muscular and naked, all angles. His face is cold and indifferent and awful, like a gothic cathedral, and there’s a dull flame in his unmoving glass eyes. You open your heavy eyelids and this iron man’s dreadful gaze is the first thing that you see, and you’re paralyzed in terror by his pure contempt. You are lashed to the Eternal Wheel, lashed tight beyond escape, and his unrusted hands are twisting a marionette’s control bar which governs its queasying, fluid motions. His fingers click and shuttle and creak with power and languor. Your soul feels like it’s being ripped from your body every time a deliberate movement of his impossibly strong wrists changes the course and speed of the Wheel. His will is sovereign and absolute and your tattered and weeping spirit hangs in the balance, suspended between infinite joy and infinite agony in an instant of infinite anxiety. In Postmodernism, he might be wearing an “I’m with Stupid” shirt. I hope that helps

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Moonlight, by Albert Bierstadt

Siena CathedralSiena, Italyby Hanna Taylor

Hammershus in the moonlightHolger Drachmann (Danish, 1846-1908)
Oil on canvas, 75.5 x 55 cm, 1870.Bornholm Art Museum.

yooooo and i have never met a grey and white cat that wasn’t chill as fuckkkk


Théodule Ribot (French, 1823–1891) Gourd vide
Edited from source

Gustav Klimt: Medicine (sketch - detail), 1897-98. From my book: Klimt, NUMEN Publishing House, 2013.

Nicolas de Largillière: The Study of Different Hands  c. 1715 Oil on canvas

Nosferatu (PranaFilm, 1921). German Magazine Promotional movie poster. Artist: Albin Grau.
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"Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are."

- Anthony Marra (via philosophicallyincorrect)

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