#c.1640

[arte-e-homoerotismo]

Aniello Falcone (1607-1656)- Atletas romanos, c.1640.

Após uma breve formação na oficina napolitana de José de Ribera onde foi apresentado à arte de Caravaggio, Falcone desenvolveu um estilo pessoal cujo naturalismo se baseia numa importante prática do desenho. Embora a sua estadia em Roma não seja atestada, esteve certamente ligada por um lado às obras do período romano (1629-30) de Velàsquez, e por outro lado aos pintores romanos de bambochades (os Bamboccianti), e ocupou em Nápoles uma posição semelhante à de Pieter van Laer, desenvolvendo os seus dons excepcionais de naturalista e observador atento da realidade no clima de um caravagismo "menor". Participou também, com Viviano Falcone e Domenico Gargiulo, na criação de uma série de quatro grandes telas representando cenas da Roma Antiga para o Palácio do Bom Retiro, em Madrid. Um deles retrata lutas de gladiadores no Coliseu. Embora também tenha produzido composições religiosas, Aniello Falcone é mais conhecido pelas suas cenas de batalha, pintadas para grandes colecionadores napolitanos como Gaspar Roomer (bons exemplares no Louvre, no museu Capodimonte em Nápoles e no Nationalmuseum em Estocolmo) e das quais fez o seu especialidade, tornando-o o precursor, em Nápoles, neste gênero, dos pintores Micco Spadaro e Salvator Rosa. Os seus contemporâneos consideravam-no o “oráculo” deste género artístico, para o qual criou o diagrama da “batalha sem heróis”), onde a violência das lutas é traduzida por um toque ao mesmo tempo expressivo e preciso. A partir de 1640, as suas composições religiosas, nomeadamente para as igrejas de San Paolo Maggiore e Gesù Nuovo em Nápoles, demonstram cada vez mais claramente uma consciência das tendências luminosas e ordenadas do classicismo romano-bolonês. Carlo Coppola e Salvator Rosa foram seus alunos como Micco Spadaro, em sua oficina napolitana, entre as tendências grega, latina e espanhola, e fizeram parte da "Compagnia della Morte", criada pelo próprio Aniello para vingar a morte de um amigo, com o objetivo utópico de matar todos os espanhóis. Masaniello também fez parte desta empresa. Quando o Reino de Nápoles, após apenas dois anos de revolução, regressou ao domínio espanhol, a Compagnia della Morte foi dissolvida e Aniello Falcone desapareceu, a sua oficina substituída em favor da de Luca Giordano. Falcone, com Salvator Rosa, foi para Roma. Um francês encorajou-o a ir para França, onde Luís XIV se tornou um dos seus patronos. Por fim, Jean-Baptiste Colbert aceitou o pedido do pintor para regressar a Nápoles, onde morreu durante a peste de 1656.

#aniello falcone #atletas romanos #c.1640

[jeannepompadour]

Portrait of a lady by Maddalena Corvina, 1635-45

#Maddalena Corvina #17th century #mdp17th c. #1630s #1640s #mid 17th century #italy #17th c. Italy #Italian style

[nupaintings]

#Jacob Jordaens - Susannah Crouching (c.1640-45)

[lemuseum]

#The Lamentation #Pieter Van Mol #c. 1640 [3081 × 4000]

[bebs-art-gallery]

Datail — Ecce Homo, c. 1674 by Pedro de Mena † Agnus Dei (Lamb of God), circa 1635 - 1640 by Francisco de Zurbaran

#painting #art #art history #oil on canvas #oil painting #religious painting #religious imagery #whump #whumpblr #angst #dark academia #dark aesthetic #goth #gothic #whump art #dark art #artblr #classical art #classic academia #dark academia aesthetic #aesthetic #classic academia aesthetic #whump community

[cordrawroy]

adoration of the savior, c. 1640

#puella magi madoka magica #having an existential crisis #art #fanart #illustration

[arthistoryanimalia]

#Caturday night concert:

Attributed to Jan van Kessel I (Flemish, 1626 - 1679)

Concert of Cats, c. 1640-79

Oil on copper, H 13.50 x W 16.50 cm

#animals in art #european art #cat #cats #cats in art #Concert of Cats #Jan can Kessel I #Jan can Kessel the Elder #Flemish art #17th century art #painting #oil painting #Caturday

[historicalbookimages]

🐉 Ulyssis Aldrovandi . . Bononiæ, apud C. Ferronium, 1640.

#biodiversity #old books #nature

[antonio-m]

“The Abduction of Ganymede” c.1612 by Peter Paul Rubens (1577–1640). Flemish painter. Liechtenstein Museum & Palais, Vienna. oil on canvas

[clove-pinks]

Tile Panel: Men-of-War, Frigates, Flutes, and a Herring Buss.

c. 1640-1660, Dutch.

#age of sail #17th century #dutch golden age #men-of-war #frigate #maritime history #art #tiles #the sea

[ltwilliammowett]

Seascape with Sailors sheltering from a Rainstorm, Peeters Bonaventura, c. 1640

#naval art #rainbow #17th century #age of sail

[oldpaintings]

Magdalene Taken to Heaven, c.1640 by Guido Cagnacci (Italian, 1601--1663)

#guido cagnacci #17th century #italian #art #paintings

[lux-vitae]

Mucius Scaevola in the Presence of Lars Porsenna (detail) by Matthias Stomer (c. 1640-45)

#matthias stomer #art

[eyesfullofmoon]

Artemisia Gentileschi's many portraits of Mary Magdalene.

- The Penitent Magdalene, c. 1640-1649

- Mary Magdalene as Melancholy, c. 1622-1625

- Untitled, c. 1640s

- Mary Magdalene in Ecstasy, c. 1623-1625

- Penitent Magdalene, c. 1627-1629

- Pentinent Magdalene, c. 1616-1618

- Untitled, c. 1630s-1640s

- Mary Magdalene in Ecstasy, c. 1654

- Mary Magdalene Holding a Skull, c. 1630-1632

- Saint Mary Magdalene, c. 1645-1650

#art #* #artemisia gentileschi #mary magdalene

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

Don't Get Attached | Part 3

➪ Playlist (Spotify)

➪ W/c: 1640

I Can Beg For You

Even though it has been about a week since Jungkook and I last saw each other he has yet to miss a day of not calling my phone at least once. Of course, I don’t answer, not because I’m petty but more so because I fear that my emotions might take over again. I’ve been a mess since the incident and that’s putting it lightly. I mean, I don’t remember the last time I stepped foot out of my apartment but I guess today’s the day as my friend, Jinni invited the girls and me out for a night out. Do I want to go? No, not really. Should I go? Yes, probably. As much as I’ve grown comfortable with rotting away in my room, I simply cannot keep doing this. 

So, I put on my tightest mini dress and let the curls loose before spraying the perfume Jungkook adored so much. The truth is, I can’t seem to let him go, not yet at least. In my head we are still together, so I pay the price of that delusion by filling the void in my heart with his sweet lies. You can call me naive all you want but something about him is just … I don’t know … irresistible, I guess. No, fuck him. For the love of God, don’t get attached y/n. 

- -

Making our way into the club we are welcomed by the pungent smell of alcohol mixed with sweat and cologne as Jinni pulls me straight to the dance floor. The place is packed and there isn’t much space to actually bust a move if you know what I mean, so most people resorted to simply grinding on each other. Realizing that I’m too sober to take this seriously I excuse myself to grab us some drinks. However, as the night went on, one shot turned into three which then doubled and after that, I just lost count. Feeling the alcohol in my system, the whole grinding thing no longer bothered me as much. 

Pulling Jinni closer we danced the night away, screaming our lungs out when the DJ played throwback Usher songs. It was all fun and games until I really let loose. The louder the music got the quieter my thoughts were and the more I drank the less I could think clearly, which in hindsight was a recipe for a disaster but in the moment was exactly what I needed. So, there I was, strutting away to some Timbaland on top of the wooden countertop as drunk men kept throwing dollar bills at me. While I was unfazed by the whole thing, Jinni had a heart attack after each shaky step I took in my 4-inch heels. The probability of me falling off was as high as most people in the club, so her concern was not exaggerated. 

“Y/n please come down, you’re gonna fall,” she screams, unfortunately for her, I was now surrounded by a sound barrier from the blasting overhead speakers. 

“Jiiinniii, dance with me,” I whine, eyes barely open as my arms reach for her. Shaking her head, Jinni quickly grabbed her phone and dialled the only person she knew could deal with my drunk self. 

“Jungkook? Hey, please hurry, y/n is drunk and won’t get down from bar island,” she screams into the speaker, turning her head to the lounge area where the rest of our group was. A rookie mistake, since by the time her attention was back on the table I was no longer there. Instead, I was in the poorly lit women’s bathroom with some random guy whose grip tightened around my waist. 

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers, gaze focused on my lips as my back presses onto the cold wall. 

“Do whatever you want,” I sigh, intertwining my hands in his dishevelled hair. I know it’s wrong, but if I keep my eyes closed I can almost feel Jungkook’s embrace. His veiny hands on my thighs as we both gasp for air from the sinful kisses. All that, of course, is merely the work of my imagination. At that moment, it’s not Jungkook's hands, not his lips, not him. With all the alcohol in my system, my body has become numb to external sensations until a familiar melody rings from my purse. Speaking of the devil, it’s Jungkook. Did my heartbeat increase? Maybe. 

“Come over y/n,” Jungkook says, his voice raspy and harsh as he presses on the gas pedal, speeding by the passing cars towards the night club. 

“Can’t baby, I’m a bit busy,” I whisper softly, breath hitched from the sudden feel of the guy’s hand on my ass. As he leaves a trail of kisses on my exposed collarbone I bite down on my lip, until a small moan escapes my mouth. 

“Y/n, who is that?” Jungkook growls at the sound coming from his phone. One that is too familiar for his liking as his imagination runs wild, connecting the dots regarding the context of the situation. Closing his eyes for a moment, he can picture your form in a tight dress that pushes your cleavage up with your hair laid perfectly over your shoulders. Just the way he likes it. Fuck, he thinks to himself. 

“Sorry, I have to go,” I yelp, dropping the phone on the floor as my hands now rest on his chest. Lifting my fatigued body onto the countertop, my legs naturally wrap around his torso. It hurts to do this to Jungkook but damn, does he deserve it. It’s time he finally gets a taste of his own medicine. 

- -

Jungkook’s POV

Turning off the engine, I rush towards the entrance of the club passing by half-naked women who clearly had way too much fun. As one of them stops in front of me, I look around the crowded place trying to spot y/n in the neon lights. 

“Dance with me, pretty boy,” she says, placing her hands on my jean jacket as her shivering body leans closer to mine. She’s young. Too young. No amount of makeup can cover up those naive eyes.

“Sorry love, I’m here for my own drunkhead,” I say with a wink, before noticing Jinni dozed off in the lounge area. Pushing past the wave of people, the smell of alcohol in their system can be detected from two blocks away. 

“Jinni! Jinni, wake up. Where’s y/n??” I yell through the blaring music, slightly moving her shoulders in hopes that it’ll wake her up. How does one even fall asleep when Nicki Minaj’s ‘Super Bass’ is basically shouting at you? Nonetheless, I try to catch her attention as our eyes finally lock. 

“Jungkooook, I’m sorryyy. I told y/n to stop drinking but she wouldn’t listen. I swear, I turned my head for one second and then boom, she was gone,” Jinni cries out, covering her flushed face in her palms before looking up at my concerned expression. 

“That’s ok Jinni, just stay here I’m gonna look for her,” I say calmly, putting my jacket over her exposed legs before heading back towards the dance floor. Where could y/n be? Dialing her phone number the signal goes straight to voicemail. Shit. 

It’s been about 10 minutes and I swear I’ve been going in circles. I’d already mistaken four different girls for y/n, yet she is still nowhere to be found, that is until I saw the barely lit restroom sign at the back of the club. Wouldn’t hurt to check, right? 

Walking past the men’s restroom I’m certain that y/n was sober enough to recognize the difference between the two. So, I take a deep breath before knocking on the door. No answer. I mean what was I expecting? She is probably passed out on the toilet or something. Placing a few more knocks, this time with more power, I’m interrupted by a series of soft moans. I might have lost half of my hearing since I got here, but her pretty voice, yeah … I can recognize it anywhere. Pushing the door open, my eyes focus on her heaving chest as some dumbass tightens his grip on her waist. 

“Get the fuck off of her!” I growl, pushing him to the wall as my fist meets his face. Three punches in and his nose began to bleed before y/n stepped in front of me. Eyes locked on my tense face, she places her hands on my burning chest, begging me to stop as my vision gets blurry. 

“Jungkook please,” she cries out, pulling my arms towards her chest to prevent another hit. Gaze focused on her teary eyes, I let out a deep sigh, tilting my head as an indication for the guy to leave. Which he does immediately. 

“Y/n, what are you doing having stranger’s hands all over you?” I yell out, a bit too harshly than I wanted to. But I couldn’t help it. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat as she suddenly dropped my arms, wiping the tears off of her face. 

“No better than being touched by a cheater, right?” she scoffs, shaking her head at my remark. 

“How many times do you want me to apologize? What else do you want me to do? Do you want me to beg for you? I can beg for you,” I whisper into her ear, nibbling on the soft skin before getting on my knees. Looking up at her darkened eyes, I pull her body closer before tracing small circles on her soft skin. Moving her leg over my shoulder I begin to place a trail of soft kisses up her shivering limb, gaze focused on her whimpering pretty face. Each kiss was followed by a sinful plea.

“That’s it, baby, just relax,” 

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#bts #bangtan #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x yn #bts x yn #jungkook fanfic #fanfic #jungkook smut #romance #young love #slow burn #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook x female reader #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #toxic relationship #ex-boyfriend jungkook #toxic love #toxic jungkook

[ottomanladies]

Venetian School c. 1640, follower of Francesco Montemezzano, Portrait of a Lady in a Pointed Hat, oil on canvas, 74.5 x 58 cm/29.33 x 22.83 in.

The tall hat’s pearls, precious stones and see-through veils suggest that the sitter may be an Ottoman ruler’s most famous wife: Roxelane (c. 1500-1558). Born in Ruthenia, in present-day Ukraine, she was enslaved to Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent before becoming his first wife and, according to some chroniclers, playing a key role in his political decisions. [source]

#history #art #haseki hurrem sultan #(maybe)