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Frodo, the Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old. My kin.
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Plein Air Painting Among the Oaks and Statuary at Middleton Place Gardens, Charleston, SC
© Doug Hickok More here… hue and eye tumblr
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my favourite Bernini statue isn’t a real statue, but the damaged clay and straw angel that was the model for the bronze statue.
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Here’s some more of them! The exposed wires in the wings give off such a Vibe
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…how old is your soul?…
everytime I remember that lesbian couple that have a marble statue of the two of them embracing and sleeping on a bed together over where their graves will be because the artists didn’t believe they would be able to be married before they died, so what they couldn’t have in life they could have in death, I fucking breakdown
memorial to a marriage; patricia cronin
“on july 24th, 2011- the first day that same sex marriage was legal in new york state, particia cronin and deborah kass got married. that same year the marble ‘memorial to a marriage’ was replaced with a bronze version. rainwater pools in the space between their two sculpted bodies, and falling leaves catch on the metal in the autumn. the two women sleep peacefully through snow and ice, and the scorching days of summer. over time the hands of cemetery visitors will wear down the bronze, burnishing it into a smooth shine. one day this will mark the final resting place of the two women. and someday people will have to remember that there was a time, long ago, when this was a memorial to a marriage that two women never thought they’d have.”
- Caitlin Doughty, on the Death in the Afternoon podcast
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Foggy autumness
Photographer: Peter Baker
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That time when the demon visited the artist’s studio…
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NEW YORK CITY in WHEN IN ROME (2010) dir. Mark Steven Johnson
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Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old.
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enjoying the nature, but still missing summer garden, walking in warm coat and mittens, looking after my plants, decorating trees and sculptures for Christmas, buying ingredients for cookies and muffins on the local market and talking about holidays with neighbors
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The angel sculpture
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‘Behold the Argonath, the Pillars of the Kings!’ cried Aragorn. ‘We shall pass them soon. Keep the boats in line, and as far apart as you can! Hold the middle of the stream!’ As Frodo was borne towards them the great pillars rose like towers to meet him. Giants they seemed to him, vast grey figures silent but threatening. Then he saw that they were indeed shaped and fashioned: the craft and power of old had wrought upon them, and still they preserved through the suns and rains of forgotten years the mighty likenesses in which they had been hewn. Upon great pedestals founded in the deep waters stood two great kings of stone: still with blurred eyes and crannied brows they frowned upon the North. The left hand of each was raised palm outwards in gesture of warning; in each right hand there was an axe; upon each head there was a crumbling helm and crown. Great power and majesty they still wore, the silent wardens of a long-vanished kingdom. Awe and fear fell upon Frodo, and he cowered down, shutting his eyes and not daring to look up as the boat drew near. Even Boromir bowed his head as the boats whirled by, frail and fleeting as little leaves, under the enduring shadow of the sentinels of Numenor. So they passed into the dark chasm of the Gates.