butterfly child
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I love so many artists work though.
Kubin, anyone?
Kubin, anyone?
Otherwise its Joseph Wright of Derby's Experiment with a Bird in an Air Pump, which lucky Londoners can see any day at the National Gallery
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Is it Jesus? It's usually Jesus.Annoyingly, I can't find a picture of mine on the internet.* It's in the National Gallery, to the immediate right of The Supper at Emmaus. Just a small picture of three grieving women next to a dead body, but the most powerful evocation of a human emotion I've ever seen. I can't bear to look at it for any length of time, tbh, but it's still my favourite.
* Not least because I don't know what it's called or who it's by.![]()
Hieronymous Bosch
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This is probablymy favourite of all the paintings I've ever actually seen in person. It's in the Prado in Madrid: if you go, be prepared for the scrum, it can take half-an-hour before you find yourself at the front. You'll then need another hour just to start looking at it.

And one of my old favourites, JW Waterhouse:
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Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan!
You, turkish devil and damned devil's brother and friend, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are you, that can't slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. You will not, you son of a bitch, make subjects of Christian sons; we've no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck your mother.
You Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, Armenian pig, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw your own mother!
So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding Christian pigs. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year in the book, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!


It's horrible isn't it?![]()
