There is something extraordinary about Jacques Louis David's neo-classicism. And not just the moralising civil virtues. But sharp line, controlled colour and great costumes (or semi nakedness).
We used to call a survivor of different regimes a Vicar of Bray. David was cetainly one of those. When he signed the King's death warrant, his wife, a royalist, divorced him, but he reconciled with her later and they married again. He survived the falls of both Robespierre and Napoleon and supported both. I've always loved his paintings, but knew nothing of his politics until yesterday.
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To all my friends and readers in the United States of America: today is the
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married *V...
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*Statement station*
Railway station architecture developed during the rail boom of the 1840s
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Don't Stay Under the Coven Tree
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Now here in the shade of the Coven Tree--
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Bound for trouble--*sic transit gloria*--
Our quest simple--a tas...
NO MUD, NO LOTUS
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One year ago, on the 15th of October, I began an online course called Zen
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tea...
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(Note: This is a story I wrote for an upcoming book. This one didn't make
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In the morning we join the other guests and the large orange cat on the
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The reality of true sado-masochism is not a bit of BDSM fun and games in
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At the end of a decade...
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*click photo for full-size image*
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*click photo for full-size image*
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2 comments:
There is something extraordinary about Jacques Louis David's neo-classicism. And not just the moralising civil virtues. But sharp line, controlled colour and great costumes (or semi nakedness).
We used to call a survivor of different regimes a Vicar of Bray. David was cetainly one of those. When he signed the King's death warrant, his wife, a royalist, divorced him, but he reconciled with her later and they married again. He survived the falls of both Robespierre and Napoleon and supported both. I've always loved his paintings, but knew nothing of his politics until yesterday.
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