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Jean François Millet. The Lovers. 1846/50. Black crayon on buff wove paper with blue fibers, 352 x 223 mm.

Hans Christian Andersen. Papercut of Christmas tree with top star. Cut in two layers of paper and folded in the middle to make it stand. With a goblin and goose underneath. Candles, birds, squirrels, Christmas hearts, and cones decorate the branches.

#hans christian andersen #papercutting

Cecilia Edelfalk, Min björk. 2011. Egg Tempera and oil on canvas, nail and wire. 235 x 156 cm, and 40 x 30 cm.

#edelfalk

Mikalojus Ciurlionis, Winter (IV). 1907. Gouache and tempera, 36.4 x 31.2 cm.

#mikalojus ciurlionis

Anselm Kiefer. Virginia Woolf, ca. 1975. Watercolor, gouache, and graphite on paper. Top sheet: 35.6 x 47.6 cm; bottom sheet: 29.8 x 41.9 cm.

#anselm kiefer #virginia woolf

Rosary Bead. South Netherlandish, 1490-1525. Boxwood. Open: 6.3 x 13 x 4.2 cm; closed: 6.8 x 6.9 x 6.3 cm.

The Biblical inscriptions include an exhortation to open the bead and meditate on the scene within: "Attend, and see if there be any sorrow like to my sorrow" (Lamentations 1:12).

#rosary beads #netherlandish #miniature #art

Master of the Osservanza. Saint Lucy, Half Length, Holding a Martyr's Palm. 1425/1450. Tempera on panel, 72x47.6 cm.

#master of the osservanza

Jean-Antoine Houdon. The Dead Thrush (La Grive Morte), 1782. Marble, 22.5 x 14.9 x 6.5 cm.

#houdon

Gerhard Richter. Seascape (Morning Mood), 1969. Oil on canvas, 80 cm x 100 cm.

#gerhard richter

Henri Cartier-Bresson. San Francisco, 1960.

#cartier-bresson #photography #black and white

Handmade prisoner's notebook with this Anna Akhmatova poem committed to memory:

The twenty-first. Night. Monday. The outlines of the capital are in mist. Some idler invented the idea That there's something in the world called love. And from laziness or boredom, Everyone believed it and here is how they live: they anticipate meetings, they fear partings And they sing the songs of love. But the secret will be revealed to the others, And a hush will fall on them all . . . I stumbled on this by accident And since then have been somehow unwell. 1917 Petersburg

From The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova (trans. Judith Hemschemeyer; ed. Roberta Reeder). (Somerville, Mass.: Zephyr Press, 2000).

#lit #akhmatova #poetry

Stay: will you go? Must you go? Is it in weariness you go? From disgust? Who advised you, who persuaded you? Say why you are leaving, you, who are breaking my heart.

—King Seonjong (r.1469-1494), trans. Peter H. Lee, in The Columbia Anthology of Traditional Korean Poetry.

#poetry #lit #king seonjong

The First Words [from the Romanian of Marin Sorescu]

The first words got polluted Like river water in the morning Flowing with the dirt Of blurbs and the front pages. My only drink is meaning from the deep brain. What the birds and the grass and the stones drink. Let everything flow Up to the four elements, Up to water and earth and fire and air.

—Seamus Heaney, from The Spirit Level.

#heaney #poetry #lit #sorescu

Everything continues No one knows where time will stop Or night Everything is erased by the wind

—Pierre Reverdy, from "That Memory" (transl. John Ashbery)

#reverdy #poetry

noctes illustratas

(the night has houses)

and the shadow of the fabulous

broken into handfuls—these

can be placed at regular intervals,

candles

walking down the streets at times eclipsed by trees.

Text: Cole Swenson, The Invention of Streetlights. Photograph: Lyonel Feininger, Untitled (Night View of Trees and Street Lamp, Burgkühnauer Allee, Dessau). 1928. Gelatin silver print, 17.7 x 23 cm.

Guillermo Kuitca, Ein Deutsches Requiem. 2002. Mixed media on paper, 21.6 x 27.9 cm.

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