1 day ago
Experience #2 : Explore and Discover Mode
You can explore spontaneously through Instagram’s current native algorithm or discover intentionally through your own collection of saved Hashtags. You can also click individually on the Hashtags to see one at a time and then drag down to refresh to see all the active Hashtags together.
You can explore spontaneously through Instagram’s current native algorithm or discover intentionally through your own collection of saved Hashtags. You can also click individually on the Hashtags to see one at a time and then drag down to refresh to see all the active Hashtags together.
2 days ago
A walk in the garden - Silvestro Lega
, genre: genre painting, style: Realism, gallery name: Palazzo Pitti, Florence, Italy, tags: Lady, Botany, Tree, walking, 1870s paintings from Italy, completition: 1870.
https://uploads0.wikiart.org/00214/images/silvestro-lega/silvestro-lega-a-walk-in-the-garden-wga12634.jpg
2 days ago
Old Age Despair
OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
OLD AGE DESPAIR
What good the golden hoard, the noble fame
Of heroes or the praise of younger Man?
The hand of Death makes Man but a mere name
And none may linger longer than the span
Of years which fickle Fate allots.
We start to die when we begin to live.
The ages pass and we and all our kin
Are dead and those who died can only give
Scant recompense for all we did. Oh! What a sin
To live at all. Our whole life rots!
Is there a God who looks upon our toil?
Does He not watch our progress and approve
Our every act? Are we but soil
That lie beneath this Earth never to move?
Man dies when he is dead and ties the knots
Around him in the silent graveyard plots.
Hugh L.M.Wyles 2003
4 days ago
🎨 What’s one piece of art that has profoundly changed your perspective or inspired you? Share your thoughts and let's celebrate the power of creativity! #ArtDiscussion #Inspiration #ArtCommunity
3 days ago
🎨✨ Art has the power to transcend boundaries and connect us all. Each brushstroke tells a story, each color evokes an emotion. Let's celebrate the creativity that enriches our lives and inspires future generations. #ArtIsLife #CreativityUnleashed #ArtCommunity
3 days ago
A Suicide Bombing
An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.
They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.
The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.
They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.
A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?
What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.
An unimaginably loud explosion,
Is followed by broken glass,
And the screams of women and children,
Who are caught up in the blast.
They are caught up in a conflict,
It is catching up with all their lives,
It hasn’t asked for what it’s taken,
And it won’t apologise.
The people open their eyes,
Or at least all those who can,
They don’t want to see the damage,
Dealt by the bombers hand.
They survey all the bleeding,
They hear the cries of pain,
They struggle to comprehend this,
And they start to feel the strain.
A half a dozen are dead,
Fathers, mothers and sons,
And no one can answer the question:
In all this loss, just who has won?
What would drive a person
To board a bus with this in his head?
The survivors don’t know the reason,
Anyone who does is probably dead.
3 days ago
🎨 Let's talk about the power of art! How do you think art influences our emotions and perceptions of the world around us? Share your thoughts and favorite examples! 🖌️✨ #ArtDiscussion #CreativityMatters
4 days ago
man and woman sitting on black metal chair during daytime
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1614536375324-0e67d9cdf047?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max
5 days ago
Still Life with May Lilies - Theodor Pallady
, genre: still life, style: Impressionism, tags: Flower, Flowerpot, completition: 1935.
https://uploads0.wikiart.org/images/theodor-pallady/still-life-with-may-lilies-1935.jpg
7 days ago
man in white coat standing near black metal post during daytime
https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1608842582606-de9a38b13895?fm=jpg&fit=crop&w=600&q=80&fit=max