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metamorphesque · 1 year
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Edvard Munch, Consolation (1894)
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nobrashfestivity · 6 months
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Edvard Munch, Consolation Hand colored drypoint 1894
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docdust · 7 months
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Could watch this for hours on end.
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eternal-gardens · 5 months
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cornpickerart · 2 months
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Champion of my heart🐦‍⬛💕
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‘Consolation’ by Edvard Munch, c. 1894.
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mote-historie · 10 months
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Alfred Stevens, After the Ball. 1874
This painting, also known as Confidence, is one of several by Stevens to treat the theme of consolation. As in his other works from the 1870s, here the anecdotal content of a letter containing distressing news asserts itself in a glimpse of the life of fashionable Parisian women in their elegant interiors. Stevens's subject matter and his meticulous attention to contemporary dress and decor elicited analogies to seventeenth-century Dutch and Flemish art; in fact, one critic called him the Gerard ter Borch of France.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
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dabiconcordia · 5 months
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Consolation
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How much better to cruise these local, familiar streets, fully grasping the meaning of every roadsign and billboard and all the sudden hand gestures of my compatriots.
There are no abbeys here, no crumbling frescoes or famous domes and there is no need to memorize a succession of kings or tour the dripping corners of a dungeon. No need to stand around a sarcophagus, see Napoleon's little bed on Elba, or view the bones of a saint under glass.
How much better to command the simple precinct of home than be dwarfed by pillar, arch, and basilica. Why hide my head in phrase books and wrinkled maps? Why feed scenery into a hungry, one-eyes camera eager to eat the world one monument at a time?
Instead of slouching in a café ignorant of the word for ice, I will head down to the coffee shop and the waitress known as Dot. I will slide into the flow of the morning paper, all language barriers down, rivers of idiom running freely, eggs over easy on the way.
And after breakfast, I will not have to find someone willing to photograph me with my arm around the owner. I will not puzzle over the bill or record in a journal what I had to eat and how the sun came in the window. It is enough to climb back into the car
as if it were the great car of English itself and sounding my loud vernacular horn, speed off down a road that will never lead to Rome, not even Bologna. By Billy Collins
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phoeebsbuffay · 6 months
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Imagine you are consoled by General Skywalker after a shitty day at work.
Warnings: short fic. fluffy, light and comfort reading. It contains some drama, though.
Warnings 2: Y/C = your choice (this fits for the subject Y/N teaches, etc).
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It’s one of these days, Anakin feels it even before landing Coruscant. Ignoring Obi-Wan’s scowls, he goes right after you, knowing where to find you.
As he crosses his way through the countryside to see you, Anakin is anxious, feeling your feelings from afar, aware of the reasons that took you—albeit momentarily—and praying to find you well, despite his suspicious that you are not.
Unaware of his presence, you had just left your work—you are a teacher and you teach Y/C there—with eyes puddled with tears. You’ve been feeling lonely and frustrated because lately you give your very best to make a nice class, you put such a great effort to be kind, gentle and loving and all you get in return is a shitty treatment?
You start to wonder whether you are capable of doing what you do and all of a sudden what’s been choked in your throat dissolves in tears. You are outdoors, grey clouds begin to rumble, but rain pours from your eyes.
Such is the scenario when he meets you. And your eyes go wide when you find the great General Skywalker right coming to you.
Reading your thoughts brings a smile to his face.
“Y/N”, he says softly. “Why’d you believe I was not coming to see my best friend?”
You blush lightly at his words, slamming his arm playfully before being engulfed in his embrace. Ah, to smell his perfume, to feel protected by his strength.
“Would you please not read my mind, Ani?”
He smiles at how muffled your voice comes out because you bury your head against his chest.
“I cannot help myself, Y/Nickname. Besides I had a bad feeling about you. What happened, uh?” As he offers you a seat on his ship, leading you to his place instead of piloting it to yours, you notice he’s been anxious.
“Is everything okay, Ani?”, you take hold of his hand, enjoying how easily your fingertips interlock, a sight that makes you smile.
A simple gesture that warms your heart. Anakin feels it too.
“You know? Being with you makes my day a lot better”, he smiles at you, side eyeing you all the whilst he keeps his eyes on the road. “I mean it, Y/N. I could listen every quality now, I could praise you for being you.”
You are sure your face goes bright red. You suddenly look away, even though your hand is still tied to Anakin’s.
“Shush, Ani. You really don’t know what you are saying.” And then you suddenly take notice that he’s not taking you home. “Ani, why am I here? I have to go back home, you know. I work tomorrow and…”
“Now I should shush you instead, princess”, he smirks at you. “Come here…”
Once he stops at his home, he makes sure to bring you with him, leading the way all the whilst he ensures you are comfortable there. You glue your eyes at his moves, watching as he does some tea, his concern over you, the way…
Oh.
The way you love him so much.
Anakin may have heard your thoughts because he suddenly freezes whilst waiting water to boil, but it’s only because he feels the same. And yet he senses the bubble within will explode because you are overwhelmed.
Leaving aside his fears, after preparing your favourite tea, Anakin rushes to your side right as you burst into tears at long last.
“Princess, princess… hey, come here”, he puts the tea on table and embraces you as he rocks you against his chest once you both seat at the couch. “What happened, my darling? Tell me everything that’s been troubling you. Should I use my lightsaber?”
You raise your eyes and giggle between sobs.
“Of course not, Anakin. What kind of question is that?”
“Well, it did bring you to laughters, did it not? Who brought you to tears, love?”, he holds your chin, eyeing you like a lover. As he strokes your cheek, Anakin smiles. “Do you have any doubts about how I feel for you, Y/Nickname?”
“I was afraid”, you tell him, not sobbing again. “I feel so…terrible, you know? Like everything I do is not enough. Where I am kind, I get rudeness. People are so mean! We are at war, but it feels like we fight it here too. We don’t use the Force like you, but words are our weapons. They hurt so bad and they don’t even care!”
Anakin listens attentively as you speak out. He soothes your arms and back, holding you protectively, not letting you go.
He presses a kiss on top of your head, at times wiping your tears. When you finally stop sobbing, he makes you look into his blue eyes again.
Though fragile you may feel, strange is that the feeling of protectiveness is so much stronger. You feel heard, seen, understood…and loved, even if you feel like you don’t deserve it.
“You are not responsible for other people’s thoughts and sentiments, dear Y/Nickname. You are, however, only attainable to your deeds. Don’t let other people’s corruptions corrupt your mission”, he speaks softly. “Your heart is kind and generous. You are pure, you are gold. I love you for who you are and honestly I couldn’t love anybody else.”
“Not even Senator Padmé Amidala?”, you tease him, making Anakin roll his eyes.
“Really now?”
He smiles as you giggle, before pressing a kiss over your head.
“How does it feel?”
“Thank you for listening, Ani. I…”
“I know”, says Anakin. “Drink your tea, dear one, otherwise it’ll get cold.”
You snuggle against him after getting the tea he prepared for you. The two of you spend the rest of the night like this, cuddled. This evening you stay at his household, though to hold his affection is a greater comfort that truly soothes your pained heart.
You offered love to the world but getting Anakin Skywalker’s love is one true kind of joy that elevates your heart to another loving purpose…
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Epilogue.
“Do you see the stars?”, he asks you.
Today, he is at your household. He’d just dinned with your family and now you two share some privacy outdoors.
“Yes. They spark such a vast universe”, you tell him.
“One day I’ll take you with me so we can explore it together”, Anakin vows it, taking your hands and pressing a kiss on top of every finger. “You are my sun, Y/N. I can only gravitate to you.”
“As you are my moon and stars, to whom my love is infinitive and beyond.”
You exchange glances. There is peace at long last. And as you two kiss… well, it can be said that this is where the fun truly begins.
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poetrybyonur · 2 months
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Come water me with your tears, turn my heart into a garden.
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blackswaneuroparedux · 8 months
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When a lovely melody, a sublime landscape or a passage of exquisite poetry comes before your senses and your mind, you know that you are at home in the world. Beauty is the voice that settles us, the assurance that we belong among others, in a place of sharing and consolation.
Sir Roger Scruton
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nobrashfestivity · 6 months
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Edvard Munch
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1894
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dolores-hazy · 7 months
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Loss column
Stacked high
Staggering under
The weight of goodbyes
Time wasted waiting on
Farewells forgone
But good still remains
The best bearing a winsome face
Beauty and grace abounding inside
No mere consolation prize
Priceless and endlessly admired
Delicately desired
Winning warm feelings
Consistently abide
Prompt: consolation
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peaceinthestorm · 1 year
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Alfred Stevens (1823-1906, Belgian) ~ La Consolation ou La visite de condoléances, 1857
[Source: museedixelles.irisnet.be]
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stephenist · 2 months
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Hans Duivenvoorden - Consolation
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Consolation - Auguste Toulmouche.
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