Who you are is absolutely unimaginable.
When you stop imagining yourself in any form,
there is a revelation that has never been spoken,
but is directly experienced
Hymn
1900
Carlos Schwabe
This painting is made based on Charles Baudelaire’s book, Les Fleurs du mal:
To the dearest, fairest woman
Who sets my heart ablaze with light,
To the angel, the immortal idol,
Greetings in immortality !
She permeates my life
Like air impregnated with salt
And into my unsated soul
Pours the taste for the eternal.
Sachet, ever fresh, that perfumes
The atmosphere of a dear nook,
Forgotten censer smoldering
Secretly through the night,
Everlasting love, how can I
Describe you truthfully ?
Grain of musk that lies unseen
In the depths of my eternity !
To the dearest, fairest woman
Who is my health and my delight
To the angel, the immortal idol,
Greetings in immortality !
I got some bad ideas in my head. —Travis Bickle, Taxi Driver (1976)
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La Mort St Innocent, 1530 - From the Cemetery of the Innocents in Paris.
History: The statue, placed in a wooden hut in the center of the cemetery of the Innocents in Paris, will be deposited in the church of Saint-Gervais in June 1786. The cemetery was razed to the end of 1780. The statue will be moved to Notre Dame in 1788, and complemented by bronzed Deseine Louis Pierre (1749-1822) and then placed in the chapel of Harcourt.
Entering the Revolution will be assigned to the Museum of French Monuments until 1816 and then remain at the School of Fine Arts after the closure of the museum.
On his shield, a quatrain recalls:
“He is alive, as is full of art,
Nor strength to strength,
I do hit my dart,
In order to yawn to their pittance. “
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I’m writing a story. I might make it into a full book, short story, or even a comic book. Right now i’m just writing the main topic of it. It’s sifi fiction read. But it seems like a cool story idea to me. I might post some of it later or so.