ghostorballoon:

costume sketches for a court masque by Inigo Jones (1573-1652)

ghostorballoon:

costume sketches for a court masque by Inigo Jones (1573-1652)

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actegratuit:

Agata Kawa

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deadpaint:

Gustav Klimt, Lady with a Fan

deadpaint:

Gustav Klimt, Lady with a Fan

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alecshao:

Artists’ Palettes, L-R: Delacroix, Van Gogh, Monet, Seurat, Renoir, Gauguin

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cocaincadence:

What if stars are just cells in the grand organism we call the universe?
WHAT IF.

cocaincadence:

What if stars are just cells in the grand organism we call the universe?

WHAT IF.

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myvenetianmask:

white mask

myvenetianmask:

white mask

bansheechild:

Into The Dream
Yoshitaka Amano

bansheechild:

Into The Dream

Yoshitaka Amano

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neil-gaiman:

This was the cover of the first Metal Hurlant I ever saw. I was — what — 14, and on a French Exchange to Paris and this beautiful magazine filled with comics opened my mind to what comics could be, and the art of Jean Giraud, AKA Moebius, made it so powerful and perfect. He drew different stories in different styles, and everything was beautiful. I bought a copy. I could only afford the one copy, but one was enough.
I couldn’t actually figure out what the stories were about, but I figured that was because my French wasn’t up to it.
I read the magazine over and over and envied the French because they had everything I dreamed of in comics - beautifully drawn, visionary and literate comics, for adults. I just wished my French was better, so I could understand the stories (which I knew would be amazing).
I wanted to make comics like that when I grew up.
I read them when I was in my 20s, in translation, and discovered that they weren’t actually brilliant stories. More like stream-of-consciousness art meets Ionesco absurdism. Didn’t matter. The damage had long since been done.
I met Jean Giraud on a couple of occasions. He was sweet and gentle and really… I don’t know. Spiritual is not a word I use much, mostly because it feels so very misused these days, but I’d go with it for him.
We wanted to work together. I wrote the Sandman: Endless Nights story DEATH IN VENICE for him to draw, but his health got bad, so P. Craig Russell drew it. Moebius’s health improved a little, and he asked if I could write him a very short story, perhaps 8 pages, and make them all posters, so I wrote the DESTINY story in Endless Nights for him. His health took a turn for the worse, and Frank Quitely drew it. And both Craig and Frank made magic with their stories, but somewhere inside I was sad, because I’d hoped to work with Moebius.
And now I never shall.
RIP Jean Giraud, 8 May 1938 -  10 March 2012

neil-gaiman:

This was the cover of the first Metal Hurlant I ever saw. I was — what — 14, and on a French Exchange to Paris and this beautiful magazine filled with comics opened my mind to what comics could be, and the art of Jean Giraud, AKA Moebius, made it so powerful and perfect. He drew different stories in different styles, and everything was beautiful. I bought a copy. I could only afford the one copy, but one was enough.

I couldn’t actually figure out what the stories were about, but I figured that was because my French wasn’t up to it.

I read the magazine over and over and envied the French because they had everything I dreamed of in comics - beautifully drawn, visionary and literate comics, for adults. I just wished my French was better, so I could understand the stories (which I knew would be amazing).

I wanted to make comics like that when I grew up.

I read them when I was in my 20s, in translation, and discovered that they weren’t actually brilliant stories. More like stream-of-consciousness art meets Ionesco absurdism. Didn’t matter. The damage had long since been done.

I met Jean Giraud on a couple of occasions. He was sweet and gentle and really… I don’t know. Spiritual is not a word I use much, mostly because it feels so very misused these days, but I’d go with it for him.

We wanted to work together. I wrote the Sandman: Endless Nights story DEATH IN VENICE for him to draw, but his health got bad, so P. Craig Russell drew it. Moebius’s health improved a little, and he asked if I could write him a very short story, perhaps 8 pages, and make them all posters, so I wrote the DESTINY story in Endless Nights for him. His health took a turn for the worse, and Frank Quitely drew it. And both Craig and Frank made magic with their stories, but somewhere inside I was sad, because I’d hoped to work with Moebius.

And now I never shall.

RIP Jean Giraud, 8 May 1938 -  10 March 2012

Words to keep inside your pocket:

  • Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.
  • Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful. 
  • Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound. 
  • Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling. 
  • Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like. 
  • Aubade - a song greeting the dawn. 
  • Ephemeral - lasting a very short time. 
  • Sempiternal - everlasting; eternal. 
  • Euphonious - pleasing; sweet in sound. 
  • Billet-doux - a love letter. 
  • Redamancy - act of loving in return.

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mysticexplorations:

myusique:

Paris Catacombs

“Today the tunnels are roamed by a different clandestine group, a loose and leaderless community whose members sometimes spend days and nights below the city. They’re called cataphiles, people who love the Paris underground.

“‘No boss, no master,’ he says. ‘Many people come down here to party, some people to paint. Some people to destroy or to create or to explore. We do what we want here. We don’t have rules. At the surface…’” 

Neil Shea, National Geographic

http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2011/02/paris-underground/shea-text/1

This was a really cool article.

azorica:

oh my god

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solostanddisillusioned:

If you’ve ever wanted to step into a room that feels like it goes on into infinity, well, now you can. At Tate Modern in London from February 9 to June 5, 2012, you’ll find a space filled with mirrors and small LED lights, which change color.Infinity Mirror Room – Filled with the Brilliance of Life is by famous Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama, an 82-year-old woman who has spent most of the last forty years of her life as a voluntary resident in a psychiatric hospital.Telegraph says that soon after “she became a household name, her signature polka dot patterns covering everything from department stores to buses.” (If the name sounds familiar, she was also the one behind The Obliteration Room at the Gallery of Modern Art, Brisbane which we wrote about here.)

This new installation, created specifically for her retrospective at Tate Modern, is the artist’s largest mirrored room to date.Vogue UKdescribes it as “suspending the viewer in space.”

You can get a preview of the show onGuardian’swebsite. In addition to a sequence of rooms, the exhibition will feature many of Kasuma’s artworks in various media including painting, sculpture, and film.

Well, looks like I need an excuse to visit London.

myvenetianmask:

we also have some gentlemen

myvenetianmask:

we also have some gentlemen