Tag Archives: Painting

1880: Midday

Posted on December 4, 2017 by corvusfugit

Vladimir Orlovsky: Midday (1880)

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2016: I Saw the Danger and Still I Pased along the Enchanted Way

Posted on December 2, 2017 by corvusfugit

Melita Denaro: I Saw the Danger and Still I Pased along the Enchanted Way (2016)

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1680: Indiscreet

Posted on December 2, 2017 by corvusfugit

In [Renaissance] France homosexuality was long deemed a caprice reserved to the nobility, the intellectual and artistic elite, and the princes of the Church. To be sure, other classes are known to have been involved, but their activity tended to … Continue reading →

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1984: Action Painting

Posted on December 2, 2017 by corvusfugit

Mark Tansey: Action Painting II (1984)

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1914: Factory

Posted on December 1, 2017 by corvusfugit

Charles Ginner: The Dressmaking Factory (c. 1914)

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1890: Pastoral

Posted on November 26, 2017 by corvusfugit

Martin Johnson Heade: Florida Pastoral. The painting is undated, but Heade lived and worked in Florida from 1883 until his death in 1904.

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1924: That’s What the Leaves Murmured

Posted on November 26, 2017 by corvusfugit

Diaz’s Forest In a forest painted by Diaz, a little motherkin and her child stood still. They were now a good hour from the village. Gnarled trunks spoke a primeval tongue. The mother said to her child: “In my opinion, … Continue reading →