#michaelsberg

[naturugarten]

Gestern Abend haben wir einen Spaziergang um den #Michaelsberg 👼⚔️🐉🏔️ in #Siegburg gemacht. Überall wachsen #Königskerzen 👑🕯️: am Felshang des Johannistürmchen, am Wegrand & sogar auf Baumstümpfen. 😍💛 #RheinSiegKreis #Natur #RheinSieg

#michaelsberg #siegburg #königskerzen #rheinsiegkreis #natur #rheinsieg

[schnappschuss]

#sonntagsspaziergang #michaelsberg #untergrombach #erzengelmichael #schneelandschaft #fotolabyrinth #instakwer (hier: Untergrombach, Michaelsberg) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmXOtKor8AI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#sonntagsspaziergang #michaelsberg #untergrombach #erzengelmichael #schneelandschaft #fotolabyrinth #instakwer

[elixir]

“Death blowing bubbles,” one of the several depictions of death created by Johann Georg Leinberger between 1729 and 1731 for the ceiling of the Holy Grave Chapel in Michaelsberg Abbey in Bamberg, Germany. The bubbles are symbols of the fragility of life.

#art #photography #interiors #history #architecture #bamberg #germany #curators on tumblr

[shakespear-esque]

Michaelsberg Abbey, Bamberg, Germany.

#history #art history #chapel #dark academia #classic academia #light academia #gothic academia #academia aesthetic #art academia #sculpture #germany #historic building #skeletons #rococo #18th century #art movement #darkest academia

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET SEVEN - ROUND ONE - MATCH SIX

"Death Blowing Bubbles" (c.1729-1731 - Johann Georg Leinberger) / "The Kitchen Table Series" (1990 - Carrie Mae Weems)

DEATH BLOWING BUBBLES: i am so mad that if i want to rub my hands all over this piece, i have to go to germany. i just KNOW that this carving feels amazing running your hands along it. i love this piece though, the shovel propped up at its feet makes me think this is death after a day's work just sitting down and unwinding, same as anyone else. maybe it's sitting up on a rooftop, letting the bubbles drift up to the sky and watching them float above the city. i like that idea of death.

THE KITCHEN TABLE SERIES: [no additional commentary] (@gaysheep)

("Death Blowing Bubbles" refers to plaster work found in the Holy Grave Chapel, Michaelsberg Abbey, located in Bamberg, Germany. The chapel was decorated by Johann Georg Leinberger from 1729 to 1731.

"The Kitchen Table series" is a series of 20 photographs by Carrie Mae Weems, meant to depict a play which highlights Weem's many roles in her life. Each image is 50.8 × 50.8 cm (20 × 20 in.). )

#art that fucks you up tournament #polls #atfyu polls #id in alt text

[burningvelvet]

— Plaster relief on the ceiling of the Holy Grave Chapel in Michaelsberg Abbey, Bamberg, Germany / Lord Byron's Don Juan, Canto 14, stanza 8

#psa everyone shld read canto 14 of don juan pls #lord byron #don juan #skeleton #bubbles #aesthetic #dark academia #etc #poetry #gothic #goth #quotes #death #life #writing #poets #plaster relief #plaster #sculpture #art #beauty #web weaving #literature

[imaginebetterfutures]

Abandoned Project: Old Ink For New Ink

Last year in the midst of waiting to hear back on whether I was going to get the funding to do the project that has now consumed my every waking hour, I came up with a fun little project. I never DID the project because of the aforementioned thing that now occupies all my time. But I thought others might find the idea fun:

My friend and I called it "Old Ink For New Ink" and it was basically an Instagram/Tumblr account that reposted cool old art that we think would make for good tattoos. This kind of exists in a few places but the key thing that we wanted to do to make ours different was to actually include a bunch of information about the history of the image, where it came from, the context of the time, that kind of thing.

We also thought about offering up basically an Ask box for the blog where we could find images for people or find information about images that other people found.

I still have a whole folder of these images. And I even built out an AirTable project with a little form for us to use to fill in info as we stumbled across images. Here are a few of my favorites:

L’oeil, comme un ballon bizarre se dirige vers L’INFINI (The eye, like a strange balloon, mounts toward Infinity), 1882, by Odilon Redon, part of his À Edgar Poe series. (More on this image and others here.)

An illustration from a French book of fairy tales written by Sophie Ségur, illustrated by Virginia Frances Sterrett, published in 1920. (More here.)

“Death blowing bubbles,” 18th century plaster on the Holy Grave Chapel in Michaelsberg Abbey, Bamberg, Germany. Apparently I'm not the only one who thinks this would make for a killer tattoo. (More on the abbey here, image via Lindsey Fitzharris.)

#tattoo ideas #tattoos #old ink for new ink #old images #tattoo inspiration #old books

[the-headless-owl]

Recreation of Death Blowing Bubbles, one of the figures in a chapel of the Michaelsberg Abbey in Bamberg. (Original under the cut.)

(Source)

#art #dark art #artists on tumblr #trans artist #skeleton #danse macabre #memento mori #catholic art #not actually but the monastery is in fact Catholic #dark aesthetic #my art

[bodidarma]

"This plaster work appears on the ceiling of Holy Grave Chapel in Michaelsberg Abbey, Bamberg, Germany" "“Death blowing bubbles,” 18th century. The bubbles symbolize life’s fragility."

#artwork #art photography

[nkp1981]

“Death blowing bubbles,” is one of the several depictions of death created by Johann Georg Leinberger between 1729 and 1731 for the ceiling of the Holy Grave Chapel in Michaelsberg Abbey in Bamberg, Germany. The bubbles are symbols of the fragility of life.

#death #art #chapel

[nuestrodestinocomun]

El Caos del Universo

El tren acelera, alcanzando la máxima velocidad justo al llegar al túnel que atraviesa la montaña. Dejas atrás el valle, todo lo que hasta ahora te era conocido. Con la fuerza de una enorme centrifugadora que atrae el tiempo hacia su centro, te impulsas hacia delante, te evades de ti mismo, hacia la siguiente parada.

“El mundo es una acumulación caótica del desorden de cada uno de sus habitantes”, solías decir.

Los pasajeros del vagón van concentrados en los fragmentos de vida que durante el trayecto deciden compartir. Instantes que cada uno elige cómo emplear. Unos se decantan por leer, o por mirar simplemente a través de la ventana. Los hay que deciden perturbar al resto de pasajeros que permanecen tranquilos y en silencio, mediante el sonido de sus teléfonos móviles. Otros intentan entablar una conversación con la persona contigua que les ha tocado en suerte.

Los viajes tienen un componente nostálgico que reside en la estática de la tristeza que nos acompaña durante el trayecto. Una sensación que se acrecienta en aquellos desplazamientos que no son estrictamente por placer, los que te hacen partir de un punto del que no deseabas separarte jamás.

Contemplas los paisajes que pasan por delante de la ventana e imaginas a qué dedicarán sus vidas esas personas que pareces distinguir en la distancia. ¿Llevarán una vida parecida a la tuya?, ¿se preocuparán por las mismas cosas?, o ¿quizá no exista realmente gente que viva en esos sitios?. Concluyes finalmente, que da igual a qué dediquen sus vidas, todos pierden el tiempo, no saben que realmente lo que se les escapa es la propia vida, por no disfrutarla, por no disfrutarse.

Todos tenemos ansias por cambiar nuestro presente, pero siempre conseguimos encontrar alguna excusa que nos haga demorar el cambio que permanentemente estamos madurando en nuestra mente y que la mayoría de las veces consideramos revolucionario y rompedor, hasta que un día decidimos revelárselo a un amigo o un familiar, y por la expresión de su cara comprendemos que efectivamente no era el plan del siglo, que ya otros antes habían pensado lo mismo y habían fracasado justo en el punto en el que tú lo estabas haciendo.

Piensas que el libro que tienes en tus manos lanza frases crípticas y enigmáticas sobre tu futuro, según se adapten a tus expectativas. Encontraré pareja, tendré dinero y salud, los vecinos dejarán de hacer ruido por las noches, seré feliz. Cualquier mantra literario es bienvenido siempre que encaje en nuestros planes.

Estos pensamientos permanecen en el aire justo el tiempo en el que el tren llega a la próxima parada. Al bajarte en el anden sientes cómo las huellas de trenes pasados y presentes se entremezclan, cómo las vidas de extraños, que van y vienen, se cruzan de forma aleatoria, de forma azarosa. La magia de la vida, el caos del universo.

#el caos del universo #noviembre #Four Years #love each other #station to station #bowie #el que ama arde #nuestro destino comun #michaelsberg #writing #literature

[liminalflares]

“Death blowing bubbles,” [the bubbles symbolize life's fragility] one of the several depictions of death created by Johann Georg Leinberger between 1729 and 1731 for the ceiling of the Holy Grave Chapel in Michaelsberg Abbey in Bamberg, Germany.

via /r/ArtefactPorn

#memento mori #death #Terry Prachett #Good Omens

[beerwanderer]

Monday's here. Time for a pretzel and beer.

#beer #hiking #bavaria #beer_wanderers #brewery #beerwanderers #bier #beer hiking bavaria #franconia #franken #schlenkerla

[mysterious-secret-garden]

"Death blowing bubbles", 19th century.

Plaster art from the ceiling of the Chapel of the Holy Tomb in Michaelsberg Abbey, Bamberg, Germany. Bubbles symbolize the fragility of life.

#death

[lisabrueckner]

Otto-Reliquiar aus dem Kloster Michaelsberg - HI. Bischof Otto I. von Bamberg (1102 - 1139)

#christianity #reliquary #bamberg

[paula-of-christ]

Holy Grave Chapel in Michaelsberg Abbey, Bamberg in Germany

#catholic #catholicism #christian #christianity #traditional catholic #traditional catholicism #tradcat #tradcatholic #traditionalcatholic #traditionalcatholicism #tradcatholicism #death #life #resurrection #fragility of life #memento mori bitch #queue me up (queue me up inside) can't queue up (queue me up inside) queue meeeee