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pleasuredelaying · 1 month
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Milam House
Location: Jacksonville, Florida
Year: 1961
Architect: Paul Rudolph
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moodboardmix · 24 days
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John Hejduk, "Wall House No. 2,"
Hoornse Meer, Groningen, Netherlands,
John Hejduk originally designed Wall House No. 2 in 1973 as a weekend retreat for landscape architect Arthur Edward Bye. The House was to be built in Ridgefield, Connecticut, United States. However, it wasn’t until 2001 that the structure was built as part of the Blue Moon architecture festival in Groningen. 
In this project, Hejduk uses the wall to reinterpret the traditional configuration of a house: instead of presenting the different spaces enclosed within the perimeter walls, in the Wall House 2 the rooms and the circulation systems are physically isolated from each other.
The kitchen, dining room, bedroom and living room are stacked curvilinear volumes, vertically linked by an independent circular staircase and connected to a study by a long corridor.
The wall, which Hejduk establishes between the rooms and the circulation systems so that one has to go through it to move from one room to another, becomes a passing line, a limit. A palette of yellow, green, black, brown and gray reinforces the division of the function of each volume.
Since 2004, Wall House has served cultural purposes under the Stichting Wall House Number 2 foundation, hosting artist residencies, public tours, events, and functioning as a knowledge center.
Built by Thomas Muller / van Raimann Architekten and Otonomo Architecten studios,
Photos by David Altrath
John Hejduk (1929-2000), Bye House plan for the second floor, 1974. Yellow and blue coloured pencil and graphite over diazo type on paper, 459 x 980 mm. John Hejduk fonds, Canadian Centre for Architecture © CCA.
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stanford-photography · 7 months
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Landscape Blues, Variation 23091 By Jeff Stanford, 2023
Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/
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artinovo · 11 months
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Abstract atmospheric urban landscape.... #art #artist #angular #prints #luxury #moodart #landscapes #cubist #contemporaryart #design #blackandblue #australianart #structural #cubism #nontraditionalart #uniquestateprints #atmospheric #architectural #dark #decor #decoration #interiors #interiordesign #abstract #moody #pastels #style #minimal #digitallandscape #unique https://www.instagram.com/p/Crz7dkRPovC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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skies-fuck-you · 7 months
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mondaydeadlines · 2 years
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Fair and square
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lukasnovo · 7 months
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Cubistic architecture in Prague.
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dadaonice · 5 months
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Cubistic architecture in Prague
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mrghostrat · 4 months
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Wait wait wait sir sir I got a question
does au Crowley have a nice singing voice.
IMAGINE LIKE. THE POSSIBILITIES. Chat makes him sing a song bc someone donated a very nice amount so he does a little “thank you *name* for this weirdly nice donation” tiny sing song and it’s actually good??? So people try to get Crowley to sing more idk-
HMMM DOES HE?? i try picturing him singing and all i can hear is the apology song SO–
honestly somethin about crowley screams Bad Singer to me. but in a really wonderful, uniquely appealing way. hear me out:
we know he's got this vivid imagination, so i feel like anything he's creatively good at would be in a unique, creative, unorthodox way. like, as an artist, he wouldn't be a realistic renaissance painter, but a push-the-bounds cubist or abstractionist. in architecture, we think of him as brutalist, rather than something with a classic appeal like baroque or even standard minimalism. he's not appealing. but he's revolutionary.
so, with music, he wouldn't sound pretty, can't sing a smooth run or even have an impressive range. but he would have lungs for days and you'd know his voice instantly. i'm talkin cage the elephant, alt j, the vaccines, fucking menomena quality. he doesn't sound pretty but he sounds otherworldly, and he can't sing you to sleep but he'd change whatever genre he tipped his toe in forever.
SOOOO yeah. i think he'd have a shit voice. and it would fucking rock
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Bride of Discord chapter 12: The Story
"Discord, may I ask you something?"
The draconequus had just finished showing Fluttershy his water skiing tricks and was drying off. His feathers clumped up and he looked as if he were one of those dogs, the ones that leave a film on the hoof when pet. Fluttershy loved how happy and prideful he looked when he wanted to show her a trick, like the previously mentioned playful puppy.
"Anything, of course!" he said over his shoulder.
She looked down at the blanket she was sitting on. "Well…I've been here since late summer, and now it's winter, so... and…"
He made his towel disappear and teleported to her side. "Yes? It's been a pretty confusing series of time. I had no idea how much time had passed since you got here!"
"Well…there's something that's been on my mind and…"
She felt him scoot closer and rest his hands on his... whatever's. What were they, if not hooves? Claw and paw? "Go on?"
"I…I just want to know…"
A ray of hope appeared on Discord's face. Was she finally going to say it? But she said it was a question. Still, was this it?!
She looked up at him. "Where did you come from?"
His expression fell. "Oh…see here, when two ponies are in love- you ever heard of spores? Well-"
"Dear no,that's not what I meant! I meant what was your life like before... uhm, y'know, turning into stone." She quivered. She didn't want to think about how that felt.
He sighed. A great weight rested on his every fur, every fibre. " I'll tell you now, it's not very cheery, but if you look at it like a book or painting, then it's kinda beautiful."
Fluttershy lay on her belly. "I'm curious, about what art is to you."
Discord smiled and took a breath. "I like to think that art is seeing the beauty in the ugly and the ridiculous in the aesthetic. Like looking out the window at an ugly forest. If it was a painting, the elements would make it meaningful."
She shifted her weight. She was getting him comfy, and that's what mattered.
"if my life was a biography,I'm sure the paintings and music it would inspire would be beautiful. Perhaps even architecture. Im particularly fond of maximalism, ecobrutalism, cubist works... you get the point. I like to romanticize things. Back to the story!"
She smiled warmly at him, brushing the weight from his follicles with a gentle hoof. He still needed to know where she gets her iron shoes fitted
"well, I'm rather famously one of a kind. I like to think of it as a blessing, no younger brothers or culture to feel like I'm disappointing! I think I just appeared one day, in a big star, surrounded by bigger stars. I remember a quaint little Stone house I'd take apart and put together again. That was how I honed my craft, magic! Chaos! In the middle of space!"
He scratched his hand.
"it does get rather lonely. I have no idea what the concept of age is, or how old I was. I didn't know there were others until I met an owl. It's first reaction was to screech and fly off. So I had no idea what interactions were. The only thing I knew was remodeling a single building, with no idea what it was or why it existed. I found out by wandering around that I was in a dimension between dimensions. I was intertwined between the multiverse."
Fluttershy looked at him like he was... well somehow less normal than he is. He looked down at her and giggled. "See? Weird painting."
He made another pause before continuing. "I'll spare you the details. Let's just say that it didn't take long for me to realize that I was different from most creatures. I came to equestria by complete accident, by my magic bursting while I was practicing. in the middle of the forest, where I met the aforementioned owl. The forest turned black and spikey, and I heard before that it was regular. I corrupted it. I knew then that I wasn't meant to be interacted with. I was a complete anomaly, and should never have existed. Yet, I learned every day for something to accept me."
He felt corny. Fluttershy snuggled close to him. Gosh, that must have been jarring. No concept of anything and then constant yearning. It made her want to cry.
"Then I found Equestria and you ponies, and…well, let's just say they didn't take kindly to my appearance either. I eventually gave up trying to fit in and focused on my magic, making myself at home in a cave in the mountains."
"Was it that cave you took me from?" Fluttershy interjected.
"Yes, in fact. You know Celestia has stopped by there several times to see if I was hiding there? I made myself invisible whenever she came. She found me there, when her mane looked like yours. She saw me practicing my magic and might I add, she was quite impressed with it. She said I should use my talents for good, for her court! Well…" he twiddled his fingers, "she wasn't very specific on her definition of 'good.'"
He gave a small laugh. "My magic wasn't made for pony ideals! It was just wacky! I guess I got in over my horns. I had packed houses every day! Just hours and hours of ponies adoring me, giving me what I wanted, what my magic was made for! Lights! Attention! Laughs! I guess she didn't really like how little i cared about actual court matters. Wasn't my fault!"
Fluttershy Stared intensely at his manners, the lordliness of it all.
"I wished more than ever to date this alicorn. She always pestered me about her day and I just heard her, and didn't listen. I just dreamt about her being my... housewife. I KNOW!" Fluttershy cringed and laughed.
"I asked her out once and... it was over. She couldn't see me anymore. Granted, her sister was locking herself away and becoming... less than favourably hostile, and her kingdom was constantly yelling at her. But I asked anyways. She told me that I only liked her because she was the first pony who was ever kind, and she didn't owe me anything."
Fluttershy sat up. "What did she mean?"
" gosh, it's so stupid. I used to think that since I was nice to her she owed me her hand in marriage! Can you imagine? I didn't care about her princess struggles or her look to the kingdom of she married, I just wanted a wife. Everypony else had that one pony who loved them no matter what, and I thought I was entitled to one!"
Fluttershy spoke up. She puffed up her chest, tried to hold it in, and laughed. "Oh dearie, at least you're past that!" She looked almost pleadingly at him with a warm smile. He nodded.
"well I blew up on her, and she cast me out, telling me to go find a place that accepts my magic and all my demands, but somewhere else. I felt rejected again, and... tried to takeover. Thank Celestia she- wait, what? That's so weird. Anyways, she turned me into stone."
It felt crushing to hear himself thank the pony he harassed into hating him for thwarting the plan that was still in motion.
"Did it hurt? The stone, I mean."
"woof! Lemme tell ya, I've never had a better sleep in my life! It's like all the benefits of sleep, and a good stretch. Never felt a thing."
Discord looked down at her. "But yeah. I got pretty messed up being alone. Not anymore, now that you're here."
He used his tail to bring her closer, making Fluttershy blush. She put a hoof over her muzzle and grinned gently.
"you don't think... of me like that Celestia thing, do you?"
He felt like he was going to heave. He did. One hundred percent. He Never made an attempt to this point to even think about it, but he knew it.
"I've been trying so hard not to think about it, and when I see you, my best-first friend, I can't help but cringe when I remember it. I Can't imagine being in that deep of whatever that was!"
He trailed off and stared into space.
"I suppose I should tell you about me?"
"wouldn't object to it, if you really want to tell me."
"You see…" She glanced down at her hooves. "I was very shy as a filly and could barely fly. All the other ponies laughed at me. It didn't help that I believed them. These boys, they were the only ones I swear loved me."
He choked. "They laughed at you?! You didn't do anything wrong!"
She giggled. "Don't do that. It was a long time ago. Anyway, I know what it's like to be…different. Alone. They treated me like I was too much when I was happy, like I was a disease." She whimpered, and shook it away.
Fluttershy squeaked as he threw his arms around her. "We can't make each other sick, can we! Sickness buddies!!"
She gently tried to push him away. "Discord, please…"
"Did you not hear me, darling? I'm saying you're perfect! And you make me feel less alone! We're peas in a pod!"
"dis-"
"Which reminds me! Do you love me? Better get it out of the way now!"
A wall burst
"I can't! I can't just love you now! You don't know me!"
He floundered into a deflated dunce.
"That's really flattering and all, but…those colts didn't like me. They liked my looks. They never hung out with me after school because they didn't want to have to hear me. They didn't want to listen. Everybody in the world could love you... but nobody really likes you. And I feel like that every time you compliment me, I can't help it. They beat me down just like anyone else, but we're embarrassed to be around anyone else when they said they liked my face."
He felt like a sludge of trash for what he thought. For trying to convince her with a stupid little sob story and a dumb little question.
"I just know it in you you aren't like that anymore, but I just wish you'd let yourself fully heal before you try to marry me. Even if we're just married friends. I wish I could heal first."
True or not, Fluttershy knew he was lonely and that he seemed to care for her, but she could not do it. She might as well be saying 'I do' at the altar. She was not ready.
"Are you alright?"
...
She was so honest with what she wanted. She was so shy and retracted, so outspoken through years of tears.
...
"I think I'm gonna start exploring those thoughts. I think I want to be nature, y'know? I want to be a part of the life here, a little animal. I don't wanna tell myself I'm different until it's true."
She looked at him like he was a roaring river, like he was a gentle spider web. It fascinated her. After everything, he was there.
"Maybe one day we'll get married. one day. but right now, I want to stay as your friend more than anything."
"Be patient, Discord. You've at least gotten somewhere with that pony. She'll say yes eventually. You just need to up your approach. She admitted it herself!"
He smashed the glass. It made him sick. How callously it ignored every word she ever said. At least pretend like you were trying! At least pretend like you're not thinking like that, like you detest it! I'm sure I dont actually hate it, I was right back then... I know it. I think.
He hates that he was unsure. He hates that he knows it was horrible, how he treated Celestia and how he still thinks that way. He hates that he didn't think that way. He hates that Fluttershy tore his plan apart with pony morals.
Across the dinner table, now less quiet, to simple pain.
"why are you making me better?"
She shrunk under his gaze.
"I think you'll be happier when you know you love yourself. And you'll find its easier to make friends that way."
He hoped he didn't come off as how he used to act.
"Well, glad to have you then! I don't want you to feel like you're forced to lo-"
"YOU DONT HAVE ME!"
His face fell as she snapped at him. Fluttershy then took a breath and moved towards the window.
"I understand you don't want me to leave and that we had a deal, but... You've tried so hard to make me happy, but you still deny me the one thing I want." She glanced out as some of her birds tried to fly into the forest but were stopped by the force field.
"Well, you've denied me the one thing I want, and what I want is…"
His frustration melted away when he saw the tears streaming down her cheeks. He cautiously stepped toward her.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to …"
He lightly hovered his claw over her, almost asking, only to have her pull away.
"Fluttershy…"
She faced him. "I want to let them go."
He blinked. "What?"
Fluttershy glanced back at the animals outside. "It would be selfish of me to keep them here. They're not here because they need me. I thought they did, but…I just wanted them here for myself."
Discord put his claw on her shoulder. "That's why I brought them here. For you."
"And now I want you to send them back."
"But…don't they make you happy?"
"Look at them." She pointed at the birds pecking at the invisible wall. "They don't want to stay here. That's why you have to send them back. And besides this... in sorry, but I want you to help yourself too. I can't always help you, because we're too similar."
He stared at her for a while, wiping away her tears. "I understand. I know you can't always help me, but I'm glad you're real with me. I guess I'd like to have more friends, not just you. But... you sure this is what you want?"
She looked up at him and nodded.
She knew he knew she never owed him a thing, and smiled as he let them go. He simply hugged her hard and sat and talked throughout the meal. They talked and laughed and he never asked for a thing. The birds sang louder than they did when they were trapped. He probably didn't even know it, but he climbed the stairs once more and they felt one step lower.
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bolithesenate · 2 months
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does Dooku's art gallery count as an OC? Because I want to hear more about it. <3 Also, safe travels!
lol might as well! (and thanks)
so we all know that this was jumpstarted by me visiting the absolute madness that is the national gallery in prague, yes?
(absolutely wild place. heads off to the guy who curated and conceptualized the whole thing. when i say balls of steel.) (and no, that isn't a typo. heads not hats)
so naturally i went in there and within seconds i was like 'omg i should recreate this artpiece for the jedi/for dookus fictional art gallery'
because that's apparently where we're at rn
by now i have decided that the art gallery WILL feature in the mud fic (because thats just where anything ends up now) and i have very clear concepts of who supplies what (and ideas for specific artworks ofc)
dooku: he starts with it. has to, really, if he doesn't want to stare at his beloathed family's faces every time he walks down a hallway. he starts with just random works from big name painters but soon develops a preference for smaller name local artists from serenno. lots of moon and mythology imagery, as well as architectural/conceptual sketches. his most priced posessions are a bunch of old ass sketches of solar gliders
sifo: his contributions to the collection are twofold in nature. one, very disturbing imagery he can point at and go 'mood' and disturb Dooku and assoeted onlookers. and two, alsondisturbing imagery, but painted by himself. on amy surface he can find. there's a set lf two plates that depict something of a cross between a work of hieronimus bosch and alice in wonderland. he drew it with toothpicks. its very detailed
jocasta: the moment she hears her two idiots are starting a collection she starts sending them stuff that either the Archives or the Corps cannot handle properly/give it 'the space it deserves'. at some point it devolves into a contest with herseöf and shipping services of how far and how big she can go. There's a quartet of stone columns depicting the pillars of the jedi order that were found on tython in Dooku's livingroom ( one of them) now. the stone may be force sensitive
jaster: with him its a gamble. either he sends them the most beaitifully worked, complex glass-and-metal works (most of the stained glass windows in castle serenno were made by mandalorian artists) OR hideous cubist new mandalorian art. he and adaan kryze make it a sport to find the ugliest pieces. its their one bonding activity apart from regular debates over comm that have go ve cut short by their respective seconds
there also are random bits and pieces that accumulate. rael sometimes commissions stuff for them. its all nsfw. there are some framed baby drawings by their kids. art they got as prdsents from other dignitaries. obligatory cursed picture noone knows where it came from and will not be removed by anyone
the usual stuff
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Pages from Stuart Sutcliffe’s 1957-58 sketchbook. 
Stuart Sutcliffe’s world is well documented here in his very own sketchbook that was used by him thoroughly in 1957-58 in his Liverpool art school days. This hardbound, 7 x 9” sketchbook contains 136 pages; all but two containing some type of artwork. There are many human figure studies (clothed and nude) as well as gesture drawings in pencil, fine point pen and India ink. Three entire color pages are fully finished town scenes with multiple houses that perhaps were done in the cubist style of Cezanne, Duchamp or Picasso. Other sketches show that Sutcliffe was doing sketch studies of statuary (possibly a large art museum) which is a standard art school exercise. Also quite the norm was sketching people on the streets, parks and cafe’s--all represented here too by Stuart. One page seems to be a self-portrait sketch of Sutcliffe (looking quite intense). Also in the book are some detailed (and well done) studies of buildings, architecture and general street scenes (Liverpool or other). Sutcliffe was very conscious with his exercises; one of note is a two page study in light and shadow, done in India ink pen and washes. He is wholly successful as you can see in this study called “cafe scene”. Human figures are carefully blocked out, placed and rendered as a solitary light source illuminates Stuart’s illustration. Further into the book, we find four pages of water color wash over pen lines that do show figures holding musical instruments; one of which later reveals itself to be John Lennon with a mandatory “skiffle” instrument in hand; the washboard; this being the first of two pages in which John is Stuart’s subject. A Paul McCartney profile is also seen on another page. 
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British comedian Spike Milligan and two other unidentified autographs are seen on the opposite page. On the inside back cover are two different song listings in Stuart’s hand; the first being a list of eight traditional American country blues and folk songs popularized by mid-1950’s British skiffle king and early influence on The Beatles, Lonnie Donegan. Among the songs included: Midnight Special, Railroad Bill, Worried Mans Blues and Frankie & Johnny. It is interesting to note that Stuart’s close friend, John Lennon, was covering these very same songs with The Quarry Men at the time. The second list of four songs, subtitled “Rock & Roll,” includes Don’t Be Cruel, Daddy-O, Hound Dog and Singing The Blues. 
 A second Sutcliffe signature appears on one of the pages of art. The hardbound covers of the sketchbook are quite worn, while the inside pages are overall VG+; a few pages being partially cut by scissors.
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secretsofuniverse · 1 year
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The brief period of constructivist architecture in the USSR before Stalin’s aesthetic conservatism gave it the boot ruled. Such great examples of hope communicated through space, a socialist utopianism which sought to liberate beyond the economic. The world had been irrevocably changed, why should the buildings not as well? The cubist shattering of lines and exposed joints speak to a remaking of the world after a liberatory apocalypse. If the everyday man is liberated, the everyday should feel as such. Novel spaces for novel sociality yet unrealized. Every day would be avant-garde. What if your bus stop felt liberating?
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Architectural Finds, 06/25/2023
Today's walk was short, I was just going in to DoBro to get some things from target but of course I had to stop and take some pictures along the way. Here are some architectural highlights from the walk there.
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First were these row-houses along Fulton St, and this cool corner window aspect that the end house had.
Built 1882.
Located at 664-674 Fulton St these seemed like they were all the same architect save for the third house in at 668 that looked like it been rebuilt at some point or maybe covered with a brick facade.
You can see some of the rusting from the old Cast-Iron facade that was cutting edge technology in the day in the second picture.
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Another row of houses that caught my eye were this row of brownstones with their beautiful ornamentation around the door frames. This is right around the corner at 109-117 S Elliot Pl.
I have no way of knowing if they were all built by the same owners originally as I cant seem to find any records for them online :/, but they were likely built around the turn of the last century 1890-1910 when this style of building was commonly constructed. It was likely that they were built by separate owners/architects, as their ornamental stone decorations aren't all exactly the same.
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Moving on, A CHURCH! That's right I love a good ornate church and this one surely delivered. Just look at that gothic stone articulation above the entrance! Its so organic looking, it sends shivers down my spine just looking at it and I want to sink my teeth into it all in one.
Built in 1931 to the tune of the Hanson Place Central United Methodist Church, and today it sits abandoned, boarded up, and full of black mold.
The overall shape of the building is so interesting it has so much going on with its MASSIVE brick pillar motifs, likely intended to vertically gesture up toward the creator.
One source describes it as "Gothic restyled in modern dress, an exercise in massing brick and tan terracotta that might be called cubistic Art Moderne."
Someone with more theological architectural background could go further in depth than I can on it I'm sure, but it's always exciting to see the passionate attention to detail that a good cathedral has in it's architecture.
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Next I don't know if I love this one but I just wanted to shout it out as having a BIG clock face! Like that thing is so high upppp it must be 100 feet in diameter!
Without even looking it up I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say this is maybe Brooklyn City Hall, or another government building??? It resembles the thing they're doing in all of the governing buildings I've seen up in Albany.
I don't particularly like this architectural style its boring and chunky in my opinion, but I have to say its not the ugliest thing I've seen. I respect the sense of radial symmetry its upper terraces and flanks suggest, and cmon you cant knock that clock.
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Second to last, we have this red & black beauty. Love the Greek-Revival pediments on each wing of the building as well as the renaissance revival inclusions in the carved cords/ribbons hanging in between the pilasters.
After some research, this seems to be an old Schoolhouse built in 1892 that has unfortunately since been absorbed by the ultra-modern townhouse on the end of the street at 81 Hanson Pl and transformed into a massive painting studio/home by painter David Salle. Wish I could find more info on the original schoolhouse tho :/
(Second photo ripped from google images)
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HONORABLE MENTION: Caught this Mansard Roof moment on my way into the subway station and oof, tug at my heartstrings this is cute.
Across the street from the dream studio/abomination this guy sits pretty at 83 Hanson Pl and is the only brownstone on the block with a cute hat (mansard roof).
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artinovo · 2 years
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Abstract atmospheric geometries, seems a bit architectural to me 😁 #art #artist #angular #prints #luxury #artprint #gray #cubist #contemporaryart #design #neutural #australianart #structural #architecture #nontraditionalart #uniquestateprints #atmospheric #architectural #sunset #decor #decoration #interiors #interiordesign #abstract #warmcolours #lux #style #geometricart #digitallandscape #unique https://www.instagram.com/p/CiFpGEprTmS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Music and Poetry, a Timeless Relationship!
The relationship between music and poetry is so strong that has survived the ages. It has been challenged, questioned, scrutinized but is still alive today to prove that some bonds are hard to break.
While each is an autonomous form of art, music, and poetry work well together. Yes, there's a close connection between many forms of art – dancing, painting, performing, architecture, sculpture. They are all forms of expression. But there's something unique that connects poetry and music, and the interesting part is that it does so for centuries.
Music has been part of all societies around the globe to what it seems to be the beginning of time. It is believed that music was originated in Africa by tribes that used various materials to create what we know today as instruments to produce sounds. It became an essential part of every culture and influenced by it and all aspects of life – religion, climate, economic and social factors, customs. Poetry, as a form of rhythmic language that intends to evoke meaning, was known before written texts and was used to remember laws, family history, events. To remember and not forget, some phrases were repeated. The tone of voice was rhythmic. It is, perhaps, then when poetry and music met. The Greek rhapsodies, the Japanese tanka, the Chinese Shijing are all typical examples of sung poems. Eventually, the forms and genres of poetry broadened and while used for different purposes and were of various lengths, they all included some rhythm – epics, hymns, psalms, elegies, hadiths, suras.
The strong bond between poetry and music is clearer when the two forms of art are seen independently. Each of them can stand alone but also get inspired by the other. It is obvious that there are many forms of music as there are many forms of poetry. And they cannot always co-exist. Take “The Cubist Break-up” by E.E. Cummings, for example. Could it ever have a melody attached to it? Not all poems can blend with music.
Then again, we must make a distinction here. The lyrics of a song can be beautiful enough and structured in such a way as to be considered a poem. But not all lyrics are poems. And so, our main concern is to see how a poem, which was not meant to be sung, blended with music so nicely as to become popular.
That's a very crucial point to the history of the relationship between poetry and music. Poems, which would have gone unnoticed, have been loved by people when they became songs. In Greece, the poem “Arnisi” written by Nobel laureate and one of the biggest Greek poets, Giorgos Seferis, became extremely popular when it was composed by Mikis Theodorakis. It is said that T.S. Eliot wrote “The Wasteland” inspired by Stravinsky's The Rite of Spring. And that Claude Debussy's Prelude a l'Apres-midi d'un faune was inspired by Stephane Mallarme's “Afternoon of a Faun.” And that Maurice Ravel composed the Trois Poemes de Mallarme, based on the poems by Mallarme.
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