Henry: and so Francis said, "I'll do whoever it takes to succeed in our bacchanal."
Richard: didn't he mean whatever it takes?
Henry: are you even listening
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Masquerade is looking around Venice (and the surrounding islands).
In Italy.
Masquerade is in the Gallerie dell’Accademia.
This is photo number 69 of 366.
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The Dionysos gallery (2)
Next on our travel down the Dionysos museum, we have an entire section dedicated to the Bacchanals in painting - with a few analysis here and there.
Titien's The Bacchanal of the Andrians
The Museum's website adds that this depicts the legend of how Dionysos gifted the inhabitants of the island of Andros with a river of wine. It was one of the numerous "miracles" attributed to the god by folk-belief when he became the god of the grapevine. Already in his "Bacchants" Euripides had told how, by touching a stone with his thyrsus he created a stream of fresh water, and where his narthex had touched the ground a stream of wine flowed ; and those that sought milk only had to scratch the ground near the god to see it flow, and from the god's thyrsus honey dropped...
In Ionia, on the island of Teos, a similar legend existed: it was said, by Diodor of Sicily and Pline the Elder, that at a fixed date in a calendar a stream of wine regularly flowed. At Elis, on the eve of the god's feast-day, empty jars and jugs were sealed and left alone in Dionysos' temple: by the morning, when they were opened, they were filled to the brim with wine.
Giovanni Bellini and Titien's The Feast of the Gods
The museum adds this mention: the painting is a depiction of the legend of Lotis collected by Ovid. One night, as the gods had a feast, the nymph Lotis fell asleep. Priapus got close to her, and with his famous ithyphallic nature, he decided to rape her. But as he was about to touch her body, the donkey of Silenus started making loud noises - waking up everybody, including Lotis. Lotis fled from Priapus' embrace, and all the gods laughed and mocked the god.
This painting was most notably the favorite painting of Fernand Botero.
Dosso Dossi's Bacchanal with a drunk Silenus and Bacchants frolicking around grapevine
Niccolo Frangipane's Bacchanal
Nicolas Poussin's Bacchanal
Nicolas Poussin's Bacchanal with a guitar player ; also called "Great Bacchanal"
Nicolas Poussin's Bacchic Scene
Pier Francesco Mola's Bacchus supervising the Satyrs pressing wine
Gerrit van Bronckhorst's Bacchanal with Silenus
Jacob van Loo's Scene with Bacchants
Michaelina Wautier's Bacchanal
Jacques Jordaens' Bacchanal
Giulio Carpioni's Bacchanal
Michel-Ange Houasse's Bacchanal
Francesco Zuccarelli's Bacchanal
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Phantom Bacchanal Prompt
Content warning mention of underage drinking. Could age them up, but this felt right.
After Mr, Lancer assigns his students a project on Greek tragedy, Sam gets into the Bacchae. Like, really into the Bacchae. Specifically, the maenads, the wild female followers of the god Dionysus. Inspired, she talks Danny and Tucker into having a bacchanal, just one night of nothing but cutting lose and having fun in the woods together, No worries about parents, school, or even ghosts.
Sam nabs some wine from her parents. Something red and probably very expensive, but she doesn’t know enough about wine to say. Night falls, the fire is lit, and, there is those woods, Sam invokes Dionysus, god of wine and ritual madness, the liberator, then takes a swig straight from the bottle. Danny hesitates before chugging a third of the bottle and the wine, and the ritual, start to have an effect,,,
Skulker can’t believe it. He, the ghost zone’s greatest hunter, is running from the welp. Danny, feral, draped in purple and leopard skin stalks him through the woods after the hunter crashes their bacchanal. He’s not sure where the chiton (ancient Greek tunic) and skin came from when he transformed, or the ghost leopards, but he didn’t care. He felt wild, free. He felt good.
Aka Danny get’s influenced by the spirit of Dionysus and can have little a divine wrath, as a treat. Skulker is not having a good night.
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Mary Magdalene In Ecstasy, Caravaggio (1606)
“If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look at that naked terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.”
Julian, Secret History, Donna Tartt (p.45)
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i would like to hold a bacchanal (i learnt nothing from the secret history)
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