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littlesparklight · 3 months
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You stand above your brother in his bed, occupied now by more than just pillows and blankets, for the woman at his back is fair and terrifying, even in sleep. You look between them, and you stand above your brother and think -
Is it too late to kill him now?
There are no ships on the horizon - yet - and if you present a body along with the stolen wife when the husband turns up, will that break the omen your mother dreamed?
Is it too late to kill him now?
You drop your hand down - perhaps to close around his throat, another already clutching one of those many, many pillows, and in the dark it'd be easy, wouldn't it? All you do is caress his cheek, your fingers digging stiffly into the pillow. He exhales, a tender shallow ease of breath, and there is this little smile on his lips.
You stand above your brother in his bed, there are ships on the shore, and you have cursed him for a plague, a bane, a cruelty raised by the Olympian to bring your house down, and -
it's too late to kill him now.
It'd be easy to do it, however. You carry a dagger at your belt even now, having left your own bed. Or you could perhaps stir up one of your other brothers, the city, some of your father's council. The baby was almost killed once, after all; what would it matter if it was realized now? Kin-blood believed to have been spilled is surely no less polluting than it being done in reality. The attempt might only have been in the handing over of a fragile infant into another's hands, handed over into the bosom of a mountain, wild and no place for such a tender little being.
But the mountain had been merciful, and nurtured instead of torn asunder, and now you're standing above your brother in his bed.
It's too late to kill him now, but would anyone blame you, blame anyone at all they might suspect, as much as they hate him, a hatred unsaid? Simmering. You don't know how he walks through the palace, the city, his life and not cower from the knowledge; he can't not know.
Your brother - pretty, soft, laughing, shining - doomed and dooming all of you from the start. What does an infant know of causing death? Your father tried to kill an innocent. Some of your brothers attempted it next, an innocent only wishing to reclaim what he thought belonged to him and them not knowing who the slave they felt so insulted by was.
Perhaps it's only fair he will kill you all, merely by existing, by batting those ridiculous lashes to lure the woman still sleeping at his back out of her home, her marriage, her life, and into yours.
You stand above your brother in his bed, and brush your knuckles down his cheek.
It's too late to kill him now, and no matter that you've cursed him and wished him dead - to his face, to your parents' faces, but never to anyone else's - with every angry word to spit at him there's always this echo of the wide, wide eyes, the trembling hand in yours as you help him up from kneeling next to the altar in your head.
Your little brother, that you failed to protect when he was born. And what are you if you don't protect? It's too late to kill him now, anyway. Was always too late.
You meet the gleaming whites of Helen's gaze in the darkness, watching her smooth her grip on your brother's arm into a stroke. Both of you can feel the relief staining the air as you turn away, pretending like she wasn't ready to help you.
You leave your brother in his bed.
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joriswegner · 1 year
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Glorifier Rendering, 2023
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Into the vortex
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ivo3d · 1 year
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Sync
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stanford-photography · 9 months
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Starchild By Jeff Stanford, 2023
Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/
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almostarts · 1 year
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“Liiu” by Luceplan
Liiu is a modular lighting sculpture that uses balance and weightlessness to construct a composition that is adjustable for any setting. Luminous LEDs are woven into a slender stainless steel structure, creating a pattern that transforms as you move around it. Like a willow tree in the breeze, the light curtain is mesmerizing in its simultaneous presence and ephemerality.  
Wires RVS, Acrylic,
A modular system with a grid of 10 cm wide.
Designed by Vantot
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rieskale · 7 months
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satsuei-kai · 3 months
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Garden of Lights, 2024
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hurenkrieg · 19 days
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Honey, if you love me let me know.
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littlesparklight · 2 months
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The Judgment, focusing not on Paris' view of the goddesses, but of the reverse. Specifically the initial moment of appearance, because I wanted to focus on something that's there from some of the earliest representations to the latest that we have of the Judgment; Paris' fear.
The earliest surviving pieces that show this is visual (we have no surviving early, full textual version of the Judgment), and among many of these vase paintings you will see Paris running away. In two of our latest (textual) versions, Ovid's Heroides and Lucian's Dialogue of the Gods, Paris' fear makes appearances as well, and would be our only textual surviving sources for it, too.
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An example of that type of "Paris fucking booking it out of there when Hermes and the goddesses appear to him" vase painting.
Lucian: Hermes: `These dames,' good Paris, are Hera, Athene, and Aphrodite; and I am Hermes, with a message from Zeus. Why so pale and tremulous? Compose yourself; there is nothing the matter.
Ovid: "I was mute, and chill tremors had raised my hair on end, when “Lay aside thy fear!” the winged herald said to me [...]"
Paris' only instrument that you see in visual arts (and the accessory he's shown with most often), is a lyre; some later textual sources have him playing pipes at the Judgment, to lean into the "pastorality" of the scene, and Paris as a shepherd. I've gone with a Bronze Age Hittite lute, to keep the string instrument angle. It was a two-stringed instrument and would, compared to a lyre, be easier to care for out in the wilderness!
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morimatea · 11 months
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There is a real encounter between us and the tea, and peace, happiness and joy are possible during the time we drink.
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nonotakstudio · 7 months
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kbln · 10 months
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The installation "Pause" invites the viewer to reflect on the passage of time and find tranquility in the present moment
Music by Digital Moss
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ivo3d · 2 months
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Sneak-peak of a light art group exhibition at Fénydóm Budapest/ my cell/part - 'instinct - ancestor' (omnisphere 2017 animation variant/adapted to the given space) from 01.03.2024 - 17.03.2024, another projection-mapping installation.
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notfrasier · 11 months
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😺🐺 LV NV 6-4-2023
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stanford-photography · 9 months
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Luminous Pointillism By Jeff Stanford, 2023
Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/
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