A Picturesque Restoration of the Pharos of Alexandria, Egypt, 1917 (via nypl)
Francisco Goya,The Sabbath of Witches, 1797-8 (via allart)
‘This is one of eight paintings commissioned by the Duchess of Osuna for her country house at Alameda. The subject, similar to that of etching No. 60 of Los Caprichos, enabled Goya to combine his flair for fantasy with savage attacks on the Church’s abuses and exploitation of superstitions and fears, which were deeply rooted in the popular imagination.’
Iain Burke, Invasion of the Water Towers, c. 2008 (via squidbeard)
Luigi Canina, Postulated Reconstruction of the Mausoleum of Augustus from the Gli edifizi di Roma antica, 1851
At night, by the fire,
The colors of the bushes
And of the fallen leaves,
Repeating themselves,
Turned in the room,
Like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind.
Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks
Came striding.
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.
The colors of their tails
Were like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind,
In the twilight wind.
They swept over the room,
Just as they flew from the boughs of the hemlocks
Down to the ground.
I heard them cry—the peacocks.
Was it a cry against the twilight
Or against the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind,
Turning as the flames
Turned in the fire,
Turning as the tails of the peacocks
Turned in the loud fire,
Loud as the hemlocks
Full of the cry of the peacocks?
Or was it a cry against the hemlocks?
Out of the window,
I saw how the planets gathered
Like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind.
I saw how the night came,
Came striding like the color of the heavy hemlocks
I felt afraid.
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.
“The expression or application of human creative skill and imagination”