- It isn’t Venus and Mars. - A different kind of Venus and Mars, set in an orange grove, in amongst flowers and fruit and color. I’m calling it Spring, because after death comes life. Rebirth.
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- It isn’t Venus and Mars. - A different kind of Venus and Mars, set in an orange grove, in amongst flowers and fruit and color. I’m calling it Spring, because after death comes life. Rebirth.
A Zed & Two Noughts 1985, dir. Peter Greenaway.
Dalla serie ispirata a Caravaggio. Nature morte.
Hannibal rewatch | Week 4 | Œuf
You hungry? Hannibal made breakfast for dinner.
New Ground In E Minor, Z.T682
By Composer Henry Purcell (1659-1695)
Kenneth Gilbert, Harpsichordist
I left my person suit in Mizumono (S3E09)
Holiness does not consist in not making mistakes or never sinning. Holiness grows with capacity for conversion, repentance, willingness to begin again, and above all with the capacity for reconciliation and forgiveness.
Pope Benedict XVI (via piiiety)
I love cooking with Clay. It creates a more succulent dish and adds a little theatricality to dinner. We come from Clay, return to Clay. Shall I carve?
I think you already have. (x)
Your beauty is not something mortal, Love. There is no face among us that can equal The image in the heart you hold and kindle; With other fire, with other wings you move.
Michelangelo (via mytradewinds-blog)
Where do you draw the line, between love and greed? We never did know, we always wanted more. We want to take it all in, for one last time, we want to eat the world with our eyes. Better than the mouth, my darling. Better than the mouth.
Margaret Atwood, from Good Bones & Simple Murders (via violentwavesofemotion)
Sir Edwin Henry Landseer, Deer and Deer Hounds in a Mountain Torrent (detail), 1832
I loved the dark gorgeousness of his mind, and the utter, quite palpable, almost hallucinatory loneliness of it.
on Edgar Allan Poe, “Cosmology” by Marilynne Robinson (via writemeanna)
You were doing what he does. He’d be proud of you, his nakama.
The Dragon Devouring the Companions of Cadmus (detail) by Hendrick Goltzius, 1588.
I prefer winter and fall, when you can feel the bone structure in the landscape—the loneliness of it—the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it—the whole story doesn’t show.
Andrew Wyeth (via caballerodelatristefigura)