Existential Cereal by Tibi Tibi Neuspiel and Sara Cwynar 

adrowningwoman:

Bernini, The Rape of Proserpina

How is this marble and not real people? Seriously? How?

Diego Gravinese, The Offering, 2008

Diego Gravinese, Everyone Needs a Madonna, 1994

aperfectcommotion:

Frida Kahlo, What the Water Gave Me, 1938
Oil on canvas

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Marc Chagall, Birthday, 1915

Anxiety, Edvard Munch, 1894

“I saw all the people behind their masks - smiling, phlegmatic - composed faces - I saw through them and there was suffereing - in them all - pale corpses - who without rest ran around - along a twisted road - at the end of which was a grave.”

Pilgrimage to Cythera, Watteau, 1719

The couples in this painting are on their way to Cythera, the land of Venus, to ignite their love. Happy Valentine’s day! 

paperdaffodils:

Winslow Homer, Summer Night

I can almost feel the wind, the cool, salty mist on rose-red cheeks,  the warm air, summer’s smell lingering in the hair of would-be lovers, could-be lovers. Art, to me, is something relatable. Sometimes, it’s something I often see in dreams. Sometimes, it’s something that is profoundly menacing. Sometimes, it’s something that instantly provokes nostalgia. Sometimes, though, it’s just something. And most of the time, something is better than nothing. 

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Titian, Venus of Urbino, 1538

I wish the definition of beauty was the same today as it was then.