Hans Makart. Raphael, Part of a Mural at The Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna, 1881-1884.
People don’t like love, they like that flittery flirty feeling. They don’t love love - love is sacrificial, love is ferocious, it’s not emotive. Our culture doesn’t love love, it loves the idea of love. It wants the emotion without paying anything for it. It’s ridiculous.
She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings,
The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind
To comprehend the universe
Joseph Sattler, from The dance of Death.
From Modern illustration, by Joseph Pennell, London, 1895.
fine art by Yoann Lossel
What I really need to hear right now:
Tom Mison for 1883 Magazine
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"There are no trees like the trees of that land. For in the autumn their leaves fall not, but turn to gold. Not till the spring and the new green opens do they fall, and then the boughs are laden with yellow flowers; and the floor of the wood is golden, and golden is the roof, and its pillars are of silver, for the bark of the trees is smooth and grey."