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Mary Magdalene in the Cave, 1868, Hugues Merle. French (1823 - 1881)
GPOY
Jean-Baptiste Greuze - The White Hat, 1780
I like her whole boob hanging out.
The rococo era was pretty laissez-faire about breast modesty. They were really into nipples and breasts generally (imagine them as being on the opposite end of the modesty pendulum from the Victorian era), and you’ll find a lot of portraits and paintings with intentional nipple slips.
Casper David Freidrich - “Monk by the Sea” (1809)
Raimundo de Madrazo Y Garreta (1841-1920) - Model making mischief
Sleeping Man By Carolus-Duran, 1861
Alex Kanevsky
Gaston Hoffmann Sirene
The Merchant’s Wife
Boris Kustodiev
1918
oil on canvas
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I found this on the wikipedia page about samovars, doing research for better all day tea-swilling solutions. I love everything about it—the giant classically-Russian woman, the neon palette, the cat engaged in such a familiar cat gesture—of rubbing his face on you in hopes of charming you into sharing your lunch, the people having tea in a distant balcony, the man wrangling a proud white horse in the street below, the bizarre, seafoam sky. The food looks absolutely sensual, the flavors perfectly produced in synaesthetic colors. The rich, cold, smooth roundness of the melon recalling the same traits in the beautiful human subject. I have never seen a more effective advertisement for sitting down to tea.
Boris Kustodiev was born in Astrakhan into the family of a professor of philosophy, history of literature, and logic at the local theological seminary.[1] His father died young, and all financial and material burdens fell on his mother’s shoulders.[2] The Kustodiev family rented a small wing in a rich merchant’s house. It was there that the boy’s first impressions were formed of the way of life of the provincial merchant class. The artist later wrote, “The whole tenor of the rich and plentiful merchant way of life was there right under my nose… It was like something out of an Ostrovsky play.”[2] The artist retained these childhood observations for years, recreating them later in oils and water-colours.[2]
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Stain 4
2010
11 x 8 x 9”
ink on salvaged marble
The STAINS series is worked on marble slabs, salvaged from rubble piles in St. Marien cemetery in the Prenzlauerberg district of Berlin. Details are scratched in using scrapers, wire brushes, and fiberglass buffing. Meant to illustrate the tendency of people and events to sink into the masonry of a city as old and absorbent as Berlin, STAINS is the work of an expatriot of the American West Coast.
As the ghosts of a city press themselves into the stone, they leave traces behind, like nuclear blast shadows, leaf prints, or fossils.