Ida Rubinstein’s costume for Phaedra, 1923
Leon Bakst
In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.
Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
Photographer:Alexander Yakovlev
Buddha, Tokyo National Museum
Photographer: Imuzak02 Here
Found on pinterest without details – located original in color (not my edit)
Fragmentary colossal head of a youth, The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Photographer: Khoi Vinh (pinterest)
Sculpture by Auguste Clésinger, “Woman Bitten by a Snake” (1847), and the painting by Edouard Manet, “Olympia” (1863), at the Musée d'Orsay in Paris, in September 2015. Nicolas Krief
Do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world. All things break. And all things can be mended. Not with time, as they say, but with intention. So go. Love intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally. The broken world waits in darkness for the light that is you.
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L.R. Knost |
Joseph Pennell (United States, 1857-1926)
Watercolor on light blue paper
Mr. and Mrs. William Preston Harrison Collection (31.12.18), Los Angeles County Museum of Art
There are such relationships which must be a very great, almost unbearable happiness, but they can occur only between very rich natures and between those who, each for himself, are richly ordered and composed; they can unite only two wide, deep, individual worlds.
Rainer Maria Rilke - from a letter written to Friedrich Westhoff, 1904
Exhibit: Making The Met, 1870–2020
Celebrating 150 years of The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Ehibition’s dates have been postponed due to the Museum’s temporary closure.
Young 19th- and 21st-century viewers gaze at Washington Crossing the Delaware, 1851, by Emanuel Leutze. Left: Archival photo from The Met archives. Right: Photo by Roderick Aichinger. Composite image © The Metropolitan Museum of Art
Your footsteps, children of my silence,
Saintly, slowly placed
Towards the bed of my watchfulness,
Approach, muted and frozen.
Pure one, divine shadow,
How gentle, your cautious steps are!
Gods! …all the gifts that I can guess
Come to me on those naked feet!
If, with your lips advancing,
You are preparing to appease
The inhabitant of my thoughts
With the sustenance of a kiss,
Do not hurry this tender act,
Bliss of being and not being,
For I have lived for waiting for you,
And my heart was only your footsteps.
