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Zodiac Bowl, Sidney Waugh, 1937, Art Institute of Chicago: American Art
Sculptor Sidney Waugh joined Steuben as chief designer in 1933, creating such memorable designs as this bowl. It was made using copper-wheel engraving to produce the raised decorative effect for each of the 12 signs of the zodiac. Discussing Waugh’s work in a London exhibition of 1935, a critic for the Sunday Times wrote, “The work of Mr. Sidney Waugh attains a classic beauty and perfection quite unrivalled in contemporary glass engraving. His taste is unfailing as his line is exquisite, delicate, and expressive.” Gift of Mr. and Mrs. Hugh J. Smith Jr. Size: 27 × 36.2 cm (10 5/8 × 14 ¼ in.) Medium: Glass
https://www.artic.edu/artworks/71789/
Crescent necklance gold and pearls aquamarine 6th centaury A.D. Egypt
I think about my ancestors all the time. They were people, people who fell in love, people who had pets, people who had a favorite book, people who were passionate about a specific topic, people who went through their own tragedy and suffering. Every single one of them was a person with their own unique life experiences.
And sometimes I think of the really old ones- the ones who spoke languages that are no longer spoken, who lived alongside wildlife that no longer exist, who belonged to cultures that are only known through remnants of pottery. I think of the people who saw the world when it was wilder and more beautiful.
ladies if he’s never made an oil painting of a serene lake beneath a full moon… red flag
Terracotta glazed bowl fragment, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Greek and Roman Art
Gift of J. Pierpont Morgan, 1917 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Terracotta
http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/250173
Nomades du soleil de Henry Brandt, Edition La Guilde du livre, Lausanne, 1956.
Statue of Gomatheswara, Karnataka, India
Gunārs Binde ph. | Burve / The Sorceress, 1977
“A handful of live Boomslangs from which poison is about to be abstracted for research work.” The snakes of South Africa. 1921.
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algerian women , 1960’s , by marc garanger
“ their eyes were striking me like lightning ”
when i heard florence welch sing the words “everything i ever did was just another way to scream your name over and over and over and over and over again” for the first time… i had no choice but to take off running barefoot into the forest
self care is listening to florence welch singing about water
Jenny Holzer, Untitled In a Dream You Saw a Way To Survive and You Were Full of Joy, 1983-85