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Things Left on Famous People’s Graves in Père Lachaise Cemetery 

Jim one Philip Morris cigarette, security fencing covered in stickers, white sculpture of kin, white dove, lots of flowers, bamboo wrapped around a tree with chewing gum and doors lyrics Pissarro HB pencil with eraser, 4b graphite stick broken, two halves of a HB pencil, 7b pencil through a handwritten note on watercolour paper, pencil half sharpened at both ends, messed up fine brush, rock with A <3 C, rock with PGS MG, charcoal stick broken Gericault size 2 detailer brush, note in german beneath rock Ingres rock with a kiss Corot (nothing) Delacroix flowers and paintbrush David handwritten note beneath a rock, german Seurat Canadian flag Proust yellow flour petals, title page from one of his books, elastic hair tie, miniature jack of hearts Apollinaire small porcelain ghost figure, shitty Eiffel tour souvenir, spanish handwritten note with poem, faded French note, page from my journal Wilde lipstick marks on the glass, half-finished bottle of champagne, lots of thank you notes, earring set in a page, melted candle, American penny, BORN TO BE WILDE magnet, note folded into a paper plane, lipstick, fabric tied around the posta, one feather Modigliani plastic flowers, tinfoil rose,  shells, rocks Ernst dust, presumably (in crematorium)

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Louvre

Spent most of my time with the o’ jerry co’s Raft of the Medusa.

impeccable rhythm and movement through the painting, directed by the contorted figures and carried by the arms towards the flag

composition based on intersecting triangles, peaked by the mast and flag, and based in the diagonal braces of the raft

three groups of figures, compositionally interdependent through clearly demarcated within the painting: abject father and son; those reaching upwards to the flag; and those in shadow

eerie pallor of the decaying flesh particularly evident in the contrast between the father and son’s skin tones

hand and forearm of a front-left figure has become slightly visible as the painting has aged // the change opens up that corner nicely, as though the dead/dying son could just slip away 

top-most figure is so precariously perched, tip-toed and supported by the others > telling, perhaps, of the false hope captured within the moment (particularly when you notice the mountainous swells surrounding)

David’s Death of Marat

I prefer the French title: Marat assassiné

from the wall text: “On 13 July 1793, the republican journalist Marat was assassinated in his bath by the royalist Charlotte Corday. Here, the heroic nudity stands out against a neutral background. The victims, with idealised features is portrayed as a martyr of the Revolution, in the style of Christian saints.”

this is kinda dumb, but I can’t stop thinking of this Vincent Vega’s death scene in Pulp Fiction