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art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament · 7 months

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SET EIGHT FINAL - ROUND FOUR

"Susanna and the Elders, Restored - X-Ray" (1998 - Kathleen Gilje) / "How To Look At Art" (2016 - Lynda Barry)

BUT THIS ISN'T THE VERSION I'M SUBMITTING.

You see, artemisia gentileschi had (supposedly) made an earlier version of this painting, and been asked to paint it over as it was "too disturbing". Although that version is lost to the ages, Kathleen Gilje created a version of that image, underpainted using lead and visible by xray, inspired by artemisia's own life.

Without going into disrespectful detail, artemisia gentileschi was sexually assaulted in her life. And she poured some of her rage about it into this painting, before (apocraphally) being forced to sanitize it (into something still radically different than the mainstream depiction). The rage and horror that bleeds through the x-ray version of Susanna and the Elders? Makes me feel like my bones are being liquefied. I feel holy righteous rage and solidarity and love for a woman nearly 4 centuries removed. I feel things too embarrassingly personal to put in a poll.Artemisia Gentileschi based the bodies of both Judith in the first painting and Susanna in the second on her own. Perhaps because of this, perhaps simply because of her immense skill as an artist, the women (and situations) in these paintings feel real. I feel like I could reach out and touch. Gilje's depiction of anguish and the connection made to artemisia's life is palpable. (sepulchral-pulchritude)

HOW TO LOOK AT ART: the lynda barry museum comic is killer like YES that's WHAT ART IS YES. I think about this every time I walk into a museum (mimsyborogove)

("Susanna and the Elders, Restored" is a painting by American artist and art restorer Kathleen Gilje based on "Susanna and the Elders" by Artemisia Gentileschi. Gilje painted a more violent interpretation of the scene in lead paint, then painted a copy of the original Susanna and the Elders over top. This x-ray of the painting was then done to reveal the dual picture. It is not an x-ray of the original painting by Gentileschi.

“how to look at art” is a comic posted by Lynda Barry to her tumblr in 2016.)

#art that fucks you up tournament #polls #atfyu polls #id in alt text #cw nudity #cw sa implied

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themuseumwithoutwalls · 11 months

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MWW Artwork of the Day (6/1/23) Sir Peter Lely (Dutch/British, 1618–1680) Susanna and the Elders (c. 1650-55) Oil on canvas, 127 x 149.2 cm. The Tate Gallery, London

The subject comes from the biblical Apocrypha. Susanna, a young Jewish wife, was secretly desired by two elders of the community, who plotted together to seduce her. They hid in her garden and when she came out to bathe they emerged and threatened that, unless she gave in to their desires, they would publicly accuse her of adultery -- the penalty for which was death. Susanna, however, spurned them and they duly made their false accusation. She was charged and condemned to die, but at the last minute the youthful Daniel - the future prophet -- cross-examined the elders and established Susanna's innocence. Lely here shows Susanna in her garden, still clothed. To the left is the stone bowl of a fountain topped with a classically inspired sculpture of a naked, weeping boy reclining on a camel, whose curved neck is seen in profile. The two elders, to the right, lean suggestively towards her.

#Peter Lely #Susanna and the Elders #british artist #biblical scene

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ailendolin · 1 year

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What do you think about

🛁 Bathing together/platonic bathing (specifiy)

for Gabrian. I just see so much potential for angst and comfort at the same time 💙

Hello, dear 💙 Fingers crossed this ficlet comes close to what you had in mind when you sent me this prompt. I hope you'll like it!

Next up:

⚡ Scared of thunderstorms - Robin

🎶 Dancing - Robin, Humphrey’s body, Mary & alive Kitty

🥶 Cold - Fanny

✊🏽 Protecting - Thomas & Francis

💪🏽 Bridal carry - Pat & the Captain

🐾 Pet-names - Humphrey’s head and Annie

🎁 Presents - Julian

💀 Near-death experience - Milton, Mike & Death

Ask Game is here. Filled prompts are here, here & here on AO3.

Prompts for this ask game are closed.

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Bath

🛁 Platonic bathing

“How are you feeling this morning?”

“Like someone ran me over with a cart,” Ian whispered hoarsely from the bed and gave her a pitiful look.

Gabriel smiled.

“Well, that’s better than half-dead,” she joked and placed her hand on his brow. “Your fever seems to have broken and your wound–“ She lifted the blanket and pulled the bandage on his thigh aside. “–no longer has that angry red colour to it. I think we can safely say you’re on the mend now.”

She didn’t make a big deal out of it but they both knew how close Ian had come to death after the infection set in.

“Anne and Susanna are heating up the tub if you think you’re up for a bath.”

The look of longing on Ian’s face was answer enough so Gabriel helped him out of the bed and wrapped a warm blanket around his shoulders before carefully assisting him down the stairs. When they entered the kitchen, Anne and Susanna both looked up from their work. Matching smiles lit up their faces the moment they spotted Ian.

“Someone’s feeling better, I see,” Anne said, the relief clear in her voice. Noticing the way Gabriel was holding him upright, her face softened. “It’s good to see you back on your feet, Ian.”

“Thank you,” Ian mumbled. “I’m sure I can make myself useful and repay you for your kindness in no time.”

Anne and Gabriel exchanged a glance before Anne wiped her hands on her apron and rounded the table.

“Don’t you worry about any of that, all right?” she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You getting better is payment enough.” With another smile, she gave his shoulder a squeeze and let go. “We’ll leave you to it.”

Susanna followed her mother out of the room and once they had closed the door behind them, Gabriel said quietly, “I know you don’t think they mean it but they do. They’re good people who stand by their word.”

Colour rose to Ian’s cheeks and he ducked his head, embarrassed that his thoughts had been so plain for her to read. “I think I can manage from here.”

Gabriel frowned. The way his legs trembled, especially the injured one, begged to differ. She knew why he wanted privacy, though. He might not remember them dressing him in clean nightshirts after the fever took hold of him, but Gabriel did. The sight of bruises and scars, too many to count, littering his body was not something she would not forget anytime soon. They told the story of a harsh, unforgiving life – a lonely one, too – and as much as she understood his need to hide that from her, Gabriel knew she could not leave him alone, not yet; not when the fever had left him with so little of his former strength. “Please let me help you into the tub, at least. I promise I won’t look.”

Ian sighed but did not protest – another sign of the life he’d lived – one that had taught him not to disagree or argue with others. Keeping his shame-filled eyes firmly on the floor, he let go of her arm and reached for the table to steady himself. Gabriel silently looked away as he shrugged the blanket from his shoulders and struggled out of his nightshirt. She only stepped in when he tapped her arm to help him into the tub.

“Oh, this is heavenly,” Ian sighed once he was submerged up to his neck in the pleasantly warm water – a rare luxury he probably had not often been able to afford before. Gabriel sneaked a glance at his face: his eyes were closed in bliss and his lips were slowly relaxing into a small smile that tugged at her heart.

“Would you like me to wash your hair for you?” she asked him softly.

Ian blinked his eyes open, and when he looked at her, his face was full of wonder. “You’d do that?”

His voice broke on the last word and Gabriel felt her throat close up.

“Of course,” she reassured him. “It’s no trouble at all.”

With the utmost care, she poured water over his head and began to untangle the dull, wet strands of his hair with her fingers. She took her time with it and eventually allowed her touch to gentle into one of comfort until even the last bit of tension had drained out of Ian’s body. Only then did she reach for the soap.

“There,” she whispered after rinsing his hair again. “How does that feel?”

When Ian didn’t reply, Gabriel leaned around the tub to see if he might have fallen asleep. He hadn’t. His eyes were wide open and silent tears were running down his cheeks. “Oh, Ian.”

“I’m sorry,” Ian sniffed and turned his head away from her in shame. “It’s just–“

“I know,” Gabriel interrupted him softly to spare him the mortification of having to explain how overwhelming it was to feel a kind touch for the first time in years. She reached for his hand. “It’s all right. I understand.”

He nodded, more to himself than to her, before he bowed his head and stopped fighting against his emotions. His shoulders shook as sobs wrecked his emaciated body, and Gabriel held him through it all.

#ian #gabriel montoya #bill 2015 #my fic #gabrian #ask game prompt ficlet

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soberscientistlife · 2 years

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I was 30 years old. I was married. We were happy. We were established. Our 401k runneth over. We decided to start a family. I got pregnant right away. Like right away. We were over the moon. I kept a journal of every day of the magic. I got a bump. I felt our baby kick. I embraced it fully. I rejected tests because "it won't change our path" Emily sent out baby shower invitations. The nursery was under way. And then. I'm almost halfway there! I'm 18 and a half weeks pregnant. The doctor called. It was 7pm. I was out at dinner with my friend Deb. I stepped outside. The day before on a whim I agreed to a blood test. "There's probably nothing to worry about but we need you to come in. There's a 1 in 36 chance something is wrong" I called Liza sobbing. My sister told me to lay out 36 straws and see that there's still such a good chance that everything is fine. I didn't sleep. We drove up to Forsyth because that was the first available amniocentesis. The needle was long. The room was dark. The news was really bad. I changed in that moment forever. It's a girl! We had named her Audrey. Audrey Roesel -- the girl who will make me a mom. She was missing her nasal bone. Her kidneys were tiny. Her heart was missing a chamber. She had an extra chromosome. Part of her brain wasn't formed. Her head was growing at a rate 4x faster than her limbs. I want to be a mom. This is my girl. This situation could really hurt my body. She will be in immeasurable pain. I didn't understand "incompatible with life" I cried. I cried some more. I was already a mom. Moms keep their children from pain. Time is ticking. I'm 19.5 weeks now. We are in Georgia. There's a time limit, you know. It's Labor Day now. Doctors go on vacation. Somehow the world around us keeps on. Not for me. In the interest of time… They sent me to an abortion clinic. Me. At an abortion clinic. After 20 weeks, it's illegal, you know. It's the night before. I ran a bath. I said goodbye to my daughter in that tub. Just the two of us before the world turned upside down. Did you know… You have to go 2 days in a row? 1 to dilate 1 for a D&E It was brutal emotionally. It hurt physically. I begged to be put under. A kind doctor took my hand. His hands were large and warm. He told me I would be a mom one day. He was an angel. I woke up in a group recovery room. In a recliner. Next to a young girl. Maybe 13. She was also recovering. I took her hand. My milk came in. Nobody told me. It hurt in my body and my soul. I grieved. Hard. For months and months. I held onto a teddy bear the size of a newborn. I ached everywhere inside and out. It was a fluke they said. Fast forward four months. Pregnant again. Scared. Excited. First ultrasound. Baby’s gone. Go to the hospital for D&C. This is also considered abortion. They tested the tissue. it was a boy! Chromosomes were normal. Isn’t that good news? Grief ensued. So did genetic testing B and me. I’m not ashamed. I never was. I’m what abortion looks like. So is the 13 year old girl in that recovery room. In Texas we’d be criminals. [And Oklahoma as of 4/14/22] Access to safe abortion is a woman’s right. And abortion is a decision to be made between a woman, her doctor, her family, and her god.

…Not a majority white male cohort of politicians with a false sense of morality.

And your judgement? It matters not.

Susanna Roesel

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roman-catholic-mass-readings · 2 months

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18th March >> Mass Readings (USA)

Monday, Fifth Week of Lent

(optional commemoration of Saint Cyril of Jerusalem, Bishop, Doctor)

(Liturgical Colour: Violet: B (2))

Either:

First Reading Daniel 13:1-9, 15-17, 19-30, 33-62 Here I am about to die, though I have done none of the things charged against me.

In Babylon there lived a man named Joakim, who married a very beautiful and God-fearing woman, Susanna, the daughter of Hilkiah; her pious parents had trained their daughter according to the law of Moses. Joakim was very rich; he had a garden near his house, and the Jews had recourse to him often because he was the most respected of them all.

That year, two elders of the people were appointed judges, of whom the Lord said, “Wickedness has come out of Babylon: from the elders who were to govern the people as judges.” These men, to whom all brought their cases, frequented the house of Joakim. When the people left at noon, Susanna used to enter her husband’s garden for a walk. When the old men saw her enter every day for her walk, they began to lust for her. They suppressed their consciences; they would not allow their eyes to look to heaven, and did not keep in mind just judgments.

One day, while they were waiting for the right moment, she entered the garden as usual, with two maids only. She decided to bathe, for the weather was warm. Nobody else was there except the two elders, who had hidden themselves and were watching her. “Bring me oil and soap,” she said to the maids, “and shut the garden doors while I bathe.”

As soon as the maids had left, the two old men got up and hurried to her. “Look,” they said, “the garden doors are shut, and no one can see us; give in to our desire, and lie with us. If you refuse, we will testify against you that you dismissed your maids because a young man was here with you.”

“I am completely trapped,” Susanna groaned. “If I yield, it will be my death; if I refuse, I cannot escape your power. Yet it is better for me to fall into your power without guilt than to sin before the Lord.” Then Susanna shrieked, and the old men also shouted at her, as one of them ran to open the garden doors. When the people in the house heard the cries from the garden, they rushed in by the side gate to see what had happened to her. At the accusations by the old men, the servants felt very much ashamed, for never had any such thing been said about Susanna.

When the people came to her husband Joakim the next day, the two wicked elders also came, fully determined to put Susanna to death. Before all the people they ordered: “Send for Susanna, the daughter of Hilkiah, the wife of Joakim.” When she was sent for, she came with her parents, children and all her relatives. All her relatives and the onlookers were weeping.

In the midst of the people the two elders rose up and laid their hands on her head. Through tears she looked up to heaven, for she trusted in the Lord wholeheartedly. The elders made this accusation: “As we were walking in the garden alone, this woman entered with two girls and shut the doors of the garden, dismissing the girls. A young man, who was hidden there, came and lay with her. When we, in a corner of the garden, saw this crime, we ran toward them. We saw them lying together, but the man we could not hold, because he was stronger than we; he opened the doors and ran off. Then we seized her and asked who the young man was, but she refused to tell us. We testify to this.” The assembly believed them, since they were elders and judges of the people, and they condemned her to death.

But Susanna cried aloud: “O eternal God, you know what is hidden and are aware of all things before they come to be: you know that they have testified falsely against me. Here I am about to die, though I have done none of the things with which these wicked men have charged me.”

The Lord heard her prayer. As she was being led to execution, God stirred up the holy spirit of a young boy named Daniel, and he cried aloud: “I will have no part in the death of this woman.” All the people turned and asked him, “What is this you are saying?” He stood in their midst and continued, “Are you such fools, O children of Israel! To condemn a woman of Israel without examination and without clear evidence? Return to court, for they have testified falsely against her.”

Then all the people returned in haste. To Daniel the elders said, “Come, sit with us and inform us, since God has given you the prestige of old age.” But he replied, “Separate these two far from each other that I may examine them.”

After they were separated one from the other, he called one of them and said: “How you have grown evil with age! Now have your past sins come to term: passing unjust sentences, condemning the innocent, and freeing the guilty, although the Lord says, ‘The innocent and the just you shall not put to death.’ Now, then, if you were a witness, tell me under what tree you saw them together.” “Under a mastic tree,” he answered. Daniel replied, “Your fine lie has cost you your head, for the angel of God shall receive the sentence from him and split you in two.” Putting him to one side, he ordered the other one to be brought. Daniel said to him, “Offspring of Canaan, not of Judah, beauty has seduced you, lust has subverted your conscience. This is how you acted with the daughters of Israel, and in their fear they yielded to you; but a daughter of Judah did not tolerate your wickedness. Now, then, tell me under what tree you surprised them together.” “Under an oak,” he said. Daniel replied, “Your fine lie has cost you also your head, for the angel of God waits with a sword to cut you in two so as to make an end of you both.” The whole assembly cried aloud, blessing God who saves those who hope in him. They rose up against the two elders, for by their own words Daniel had convicted them of perjury. According to the law of Moses, they inflicted on them the penalty they had plotted to impose on their neighbor: they put them to death. Thus was innocent blood spared that day.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Or:

First Reading Daniel 13:41c-62 Here I am about to die, though I have done none of the things charged against me.

The assembly condemned Susanna to death. But Susanna cried aloud: “O eternal God, you know what is hidden and are aware of all things before they come to be: you know that they have testified falsely against me. Here I am about to die, though I have done none of the things with which these wicked men have charged me.”

After they were separated one from the other, he called one of them and said: “How you have grown evil with age! Now have your past sins come to term: passing unjust sentences, condemning the innocent, and freeing the guilty, although the Lord says, ‘The innocent and the just you shall not put to death.’ Now, then, if you were a witness, tell me under what tree you saw them together.” “Under a mastic tree,” he answered. Daniel replied, “Your fine lie has cost you your head, for the angel of God shall receive the sentence from him and split you in two.” Putting him to one side, he ordered the other one to be brought. Daniel said to him, “Offspring of Canaan, not of Judah, beauty has seduced you, lust has subverted your conscience. This is how you acted with the daughters of Israel, and in their fear they yielded to you; but a daughter of Judah did not tolerate your wickedness. Now, then, tell me under what tree you surprised them together.” “Under an oak,” he said. Daniel replied, “Your fine lie has cost you also your head,” for the angel of God waits with a sword to cut you in two so as to make an end of you both.” The whole assembly cried aloud, blessing God who saves those who hope in him. They rose up against the two elders, for by their own words Daniel had convicted them of perjury. According to the law of Moses, they inflicted on them the penalty they had plotted to impose on their neighbor: they put them to death. Thus was innocent blood spared that day.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 23:1-3a, 3b-4, 5, 6