#1868-1869

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A dress made of cotton muslin, gilded metal thread and Indian jewel beetles (sternocera aeqisignata), Britain, 1868-1869 CE. Over 5000 beetle wings or parts of wings were used to decorate this dress.

Now housed at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London.

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Charles Darwin

Photography by Julia Margaret Cameron

Albumen print, 1868-1869

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Generation 2 - Chapter 19: She’s Back!

When Mr. Major came to find Calvin and told him that “a woman had come to see [him] and she’s with a child”, Calvin knew that his quiet life was about to be challenged. He opened the door and closed it behind him. 

“Ami. Let’s go in the back, he said.

- What, you don’t want your happy family to see I’m here?” she said sarcastically.

"What do you want?” he said, deliberately ignoring the fact that she was holding a little kid.

She put the kid on the floor and said:

“Josh, honey, would you please check on Cady? Don’t go too close to her or you’ll get kicked, just show her the way, okay?

- Yes Mommy.”

Calvin waited for the kid to move away, before he finally asked a question he already knew the answer of:

“Who is that kid?

- Joshua is your son. He’s five years old, and he doesn’t know who you are. Do you know how hard these past years has been for us, Calvin, while you were lazing around in you mansion... In MY family’s mansion? You have to take responsibility for him now. You’ve been ignoring my letters for all these years, and now we’re here and you can’t ignore us.

- What letters? I’ve never received anything!

- There’s always a good reason with you.

- I swear, the maid must have been stealing them!

- Alright. Make amends and take us back then.

- I...”

Things were finally coming together for him, his wife had forgiven him, he was finally happy... After all his efforts to make things right, he couldn’t let everything go to waste...

“I’m sorry, he whispered, I’m doing this for my family’s sake.”

“Who are you talking to?”

“I’m sorry Ami. I can’t take you back. I can’t do this to Adora. I don’t even know if that kid’s really mine...

- I have never known anyone but you and you know that! And how can you say that? Have you even looked at him? Have you seen his hair? He looks just like you!”

“You destroy everything you touch! I wish I had never met you! I loved my life, but then you came, and now everything is wrecked! God damn you, Calvin! God damn you all the way to hell!”

“Who was that man, Mommy? asked little Joshua as they went away.

- He was no one, Josh, no one good for us.”

Four years passed, and he didn’t hear from Ami anymore. He learnt from Steve that she had moved out of town, and it was a relieve to Calvin who was more scared than ever that she would do something that would ruin his own happiness. He did felt a little guilty though, but he tried not to think about it. Things were going perfectly between him and Adora, and that’s all that mattered. Trish, the maid, even noticed that she haven’t seen any blood stain on the sheets for quite a while. Was there going to be a new baby?

Adora and Jillian birthday came the same day. They didn’t throw a big party, but  did celebrate.

Look at Callie Stockton, she looks so happy for her!

Calvin got a little bit too enthusiastic though. So enthusiastic, in fact, that he slapped Miss Stockton’s bottom. It was a completely inappropriate gesture, and for the first time since she worked for the Dippersons, she felt very uncomfortable. She didn’t want to feel like she ruined the mood and she thought it was nothing, so she didn’t say anything, but it didn’t feel like nothing.

Seriously Calvin, what are you doing? Stop. You don’t do that.

Adora aged up into an adult, and she bought a more fashionable dress - a bustle gown that fit quite well. She also rocked a pompadour.

After her it was Jillian’s turn.

Jillian had seen her mother being so dedicated to progress and science, but she wasn’t sure it was actually a good thing. She had never been to London and Twinbrook was still in the beginning of its industrialization, but she started to think that industrialization was something disastrous. Human population was growing faster than ever: there were a bit more than one billion human, and that was enormous! Towns were crowded and dirty, and she didn’t thought coal energy was sustainable. She also knew Adora’s project to breed a human-machine creature, and she really was scared of mankind loosing control over its creation. Jillian was a technocritic, and she developed the eco-friendly trait.

Even if her personality was so different from her mother’s, she looked a lot like her.

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أقوم بنشر أحد أعمالي الفنية المُفضلة هُنا. وهذه المرة، ستكون لوحة الشُرفة لإدوارد مانيه.

إنها ليست لوحة براقة للغاية، ولكنها دائماً ما تمنحني شعوراً رائعاً بالهدوء عندما أراها. وخاصةً عندما أنظُر إلى بيرت موريزو، والتي تزوجت من يوجين شقيق مانيه في ١٨٧٤ التي رُبما شاركها مانيه حُباً لم يتحقق. إنها جميلة للغاية في هذه اللوحة، وهذه هي المرة الأولى (ولكنها ليست الأخيرة) التي يرسمها فيها مانيه.

عندما قام مانيه برسم الشُرفة، كانت مشاهد الحياة البرجوازية رائجة للغاية، ومع ذلك، تحدى هذا العمل الأعراف السائدة في ذاك الوقت. العمل لا يحكي قصةً أو يُقدم حكاية، بل تظهر الشخصيات مُتجمدة، كأنها ضائعة في أفكارها الداخلية، مما يُشير إلى إبتعاد مانيه عن التقاليد الأكاديمية. أُسيء فهم هذه اللوحة الجماعية الغامضة على نطاقٍ واسع عندما عُرضت في صالون ١٨٦٩. صاح رسام الكاريكاتير تشام ساخراً "أغلقوا المصاريع!" وسخر ناقداً آخر من اللوحة بأنها "فناً فظ" واتهم مانيه بأنهُ قام بالتقليل من نفسهِ لمُجرد مُنافسة رسامي المنزل. تمت رؤية الألوان الزاهية- الأخضر في السور والمصاريع، الأزرق في ربطة عُنق الرجل، والتبايُن الصارخ بين الفساتين البيضاء والخلفية الداكنة- بأنها إستفزازية. تم أيضاً تجاهُل التسلسل المُعتاد للأشخاص والأشياء، حيثُ تم تقديم الزهور بتفاصيل أكثر من بعض الوجوه.الزمن يتغير، وربما الآن، لا أحد قد يعتقد بأن هُناك أي شئ غريب في هذا المشهد. على الأرجح لأن مانيه كان واحداً من أوائل الفنانين في العصر الحديث.

The Balcony

Édouard Manet

1868-1869

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The Gardener’s Daughter by John Ingle Lee, 1868-1869

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Men's gymnasium.

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Nina Lehmann by John Everett Millais

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