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Princess in the underworld (a belarusian folk tale), Pavel Tatarnikov
it goes well with your eyes
Griffith // Berserk fanart // the color scheme is inspired by Hylics game, I'm not sure if someone noticed that before
Spain, Seville |Â Navalcan, 1955.
Photos by Eve Arnold
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Maybe it's naive of me, but whenever I see portraits like this, with just a father and daughter, it restores my faith in humanity a little. Because people seem to love this idea that fathers never loved their daughters in the past and only saw them as bargaining chips for marriage or whatever, but look at the guy in the first portrait on the left, he loves that little girl! And the dad trying to do his work while his daughter bothers him with an Old Timey Barbie. The man teaching his daughter geography, his expression is so soft! The way the man in the last portrait holds the little girl's hand! And none of these are incidental, these aren't photographs, someone (probably the father) paid good money and sat down for hours so that they could have a painting of themselves and their daughter. Probably because they loved their daughter.
From left to right: 1795 MichaĆ Jerzy Mniszech with his daughter ElĆŒbieta - Marcello Bacciarelli; Christopher Anstey and his daughter Mary Ann by William Hoare 1776; A Musician and His Daughter by Thomas de Keyser 1629; The Geography Lesson (Portrait of Monsieur G. and His Daughter), 1812; Jean-baptiste Isabey And His Daughter; Portrait of a Young Girl and Older Man by William Harrison Scarborough
(this is probably somewhat related to my other favourite genre of painting, Husband With Multiple Kids Making Come Hither Eyes At His Wife)
oh I love those! People being people is one of my favourite kinds of paintings and an important reminder that people in past times were not all that different. There were dads who loved their daughters fiercely. There were fathers who happily looked after their babies too. The German reformer Philip Melanchton for example had a cradle in his office. His wife was busy organising a household for 20 people- she was out and about, he mostly worked in his office, it made sense for him to look after their babies too babies while she dropped by at snack time.
in fact often if it was kind of safe dads had the babies in their workshops for just that reason as we can see in these paintings:
The left is âthe busy fatherâ by Theodore Weber, the right one is âAt the china repairerâs â by Wenzel Tornoe. All dads who are actively involved in childcare and a painter who thought it was a cute topic rather than anything ridiculous.
I raise you:
First Lesson by Akseli Gallen-Kallela (1865 - 1931)
Un Coup De Main (The Helping Hand) by Ămile Renouf (1845 â 1894)
Italian Winegrower And His Daughter by Francesco Baratta (1590-1666)
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But Orpheus always looks back...
Portrait of a Young Woman, by portuguese amateur photographer Carlos Relvas, 1880s
Many called her beautiful. She was not beautiful. She was red, and terrible, and red.
Melisandre inspired by this pin!
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Dino Valls, Proscaenia (detail), , 2011.
Oil on wood, 100 x 70 cm.
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