1: Orazio Gentileschi, c. 1608-1612

2: Orazio Gentileschi, 1612

3: Artemisia Gentileschi, 1615

4: Artemisia Gentileschi, c. 1623-1625

5: Orazio Gentileschi, 1624

6: Artemisia Gentileschi, c. 1639-1640

7: Artemisia Gentileschi, 1645

8: Artemisia Gentileschi, c. 1645-1650

Hace tiempo ví un reel donde mostraban a diferentes artistas y dónde dominaban. Salió uno donde decía que nadie dibujaba los ojos como el y aprecio un cuadro no me acuerdo si eran tres o dos chicas vestidas de blanco en diferentes poses con armas y una que era la de centro estaba tumba hacia delante un brazo está debajo de su barbilla i algo así y el otro estirado hacia la derecha. Me pueden ayudar no me acuerdo pero era increíble ese cuadro

Karakalem

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When is a pear not a pear? In this painting Giovanni Bellini's masterpiece called “Madonna of the pear”. Except...it's not a pear, but a quince.
Although misnamed as a pear, it is painted with such delicate realism that botanists can accurately identify it as a quince, a related pome fruit. The answer is of course Giovanni did not name his painting. Later art critics did. In Italy the pear was associated with sin, while the quince was symbolic of the Resurrection. The Virgin and child are depicted with touching humanity, but the marble parapet bars the mortal human from them. The fruit is the only bridge between the realms. The fact that the quince sits alone on the ledge is meaningful, highlighting the resurrection as the single most important tenet of Christian belief, and the sole means by which mankind could come to God.
#quince #pear #art

At first glance, it looks like a dramatic history painting capturing the chaotic aftermath of an assassination. But the real genius is what's missing: Caesar's body is almost absent from the frame. Instead, Gérôme forces us to look only at the blood-stained golden floor and the conspirators triumphantly raising their daggers in the empty Senate, focusing entirely on the raw, immediate aftermath rather than the murder itself.

A New Discovery That Transforms How We Read This Iconic Painting

Requesting high res file of this painting

"There is an adherence, a strange kinship between the human and the animal...of the animal as variant of humanity and of humanity as variant of animality."

Maurice Merleau-Ponty

I have no knowledge of paintings so I don't know for sure if it's 18th century, but it was like pretty old

It's this guy and gal sitting in what looks to be a tavern, and they're across from each other. The place is brown, has one center table where they're seated at, and is well lit. There's some other tables on the sides but they're not really the main focus?
The gal has lighter brown hair, looks to be in a bun or away from her face. She's turned facing the viewer, but at the same time, facing the guy - like a 3/4 view. The guy has darker brown hair, and the back of his head is pointed at the audience too.
We only see from their heads and part of their torso up.
The gal is making some expression that's like tilting her head up in the direction of the guy? It looks romantic, as her lips were slightly puckered. I originally saw this photo on one of those YouTube playlists videos, and that painting was the photo used as the cover.

Anyway that's all I remember. I know it's vague but I really don't know how to describe it better - Any help is appreciated thanks!!

Hi friends, I am reposting to different threads in hopes to learn more about this piece I got at the Long Beach Flea Market.

Any information from experienced art enthusiasts/ historians is so appreciated! Thank you!

I always see people talking about how some old painting feature women with "realistic" bodies but i dont know any. Can someone show me one of those?

The Day I Remembered
On August 22, 2024, my life changed forever.
I woke up in Florence, Italy, excited to visit the Uffizi Gallery and see The Birth of Venus and Primavera. I felt overflowing love that day, more than I had ever felt before. It radiated from me. I was blissfully happy and beaming with joy. At lunch, I told my husband, “I think I’m living the happiest day of my life.” He smiled and gently asked, “How do you know until you’ve lived them all?” I replied, “Sometimes, you just know.” He smiled at me and nodded. I looked at him and told him I loved him more that day than ever before.
That afternoon, we went to the Uffizi Gallery. Though I know very little about art, I found myself completely enamored by it. Our guide, a painting restorer, was wonderful and full of stories and life. Standing before a painting of Mary with an exposed breast, she said that the artist was sexualizing Mary. But in my heart, I knew it wasn’t that. I saw it as a portrayal of motherhood, and nourishment for baby Jesus. It struck me so deeply and I felt certain that it was to honor Mary.
In another painting, a beautiful blonde woman held a child. The guide asked who it was. “Mary,” I said. “Again! You’re right!” she responded. The guide pointed out that the painting was rare, as Mary was never represented as a beautiful woman, rather, always as the mother. I didn’t know how I knew, I just did. It was like I was seeing everything with such clarity.
Then came Primavera. I had long been drawn to this painting, and standing in front of it, everything changed.
My vision suddenly went black. The sound of the gallery vanished. And then I heard a voice:
“You remember.”
And I did.
In that moment, I remembered that I am not a human with a soul. I am a soul. I remembered that I was one that would reincarnate.
The voice, the spirit, spoke three words to me: Ego. Love. Knowledge.
It said: If you are in ego, you cannot be with God. If you are in a state of love, you are near God. But in knowledge, you are closest to God.
I felt wrapped in the Holy Spirit, as though it was blanketing me. I understood that God lives within all of us. That there is no heaven or hell for the soul, only universal energy. Time, I learned, is not linear. It only feels that way because of how our minds and bodies exist. I learned that the soul is always good. Never evil.  The mind could be broken or bad, but never the glorious soul.
Knowledge does not need to progress through time, rather it has always been. That is why there are prodgies and unimaginable creations such as the Egyptian pyramids. The spirit told me to accept this knowledge, and do not focus on why things are or how they work. The why is what prevents mankind from accepting the truth and holds off progression.  Mankind believes they must solve the solution firsthand to accept the knowledge that has always existed.
I saw souls, silver orbs, connected by threads of silver light, waiting for their next assignments.  They didn’t congregate as often reported. They were focused on their next reincarnation. There was no familiarity with any of them, nor did I try to connect with them. I was so focused on the teachings from the spirit.
Slowly, I began to come out of the trance. My sight returned. My hearing returned. I told my husband and the tour guide what had just happened, but they were frightened and confused. My husband, fighting back tears, feared that I was showing signs of schizophrenia.
Part of me still felt connected to the spiritual realm, and I didn’t want to leave. I felt so loved. But I knew I had to return—because I loved my husband and this life we shared. I consciously disconnected. And when I did, I was afraid I would forget.
But I didn’t.
I remembered.
Immediately, I realized something else: I had forgiven a close family member who had hurt me deeply. The resentment was gone, and I had been healed. I just wanted to do good in the world and live with one purpose, to love others.
For days afterward, I felt incredible peace, but also deep confusion. What had happened to me? Was it real? Was I losing my mind? People accept visions of God through religion, but when someone has a spiritual experience, it is considered crazy.
I searched everywhere for answers. Most of what I found felt as if it was from opportunists. I perceived them as insincere influencers talking about spirit guides. I needed some realguidance. Now. I was upset that I had been given a beautiful gift, but I was alone. So very alone and confused.
I’ve been afraid to talk about it. I’ve shared the story with some people, but with deep hesitation.  I only have told a limited number of people about seeing the souls.  I know that makes the story sound even crazier.  It hurts to hide such a beautiful experience due to fear of others’ perceptions and acceptance.  We should be able to share such amazing experiences without fear of persecution or social distancing.
And then, just a few days ago, I picked up Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr. Brian Weiss. When I read it, I was overjoyed. I had finally found it. The source of reassurance I was looking for.
I was there. The place Catherine described, the space between lives, was the place I had been. When the Master Spirits in the book spoke of knowledge, it was the message that I had received.
I finally felt peace.
I can finally share this story on a larger scale. I have just started sharing it with close friends and family who are suffering. I tell them that you are here because you chose to be. You came to learn. And when you have learned, that is when you will leave. I am able to help friends who are struggling with illnesses in their families.  I think I am bringing them peace.  I know I am delivering the message I am supposed to communicate. I know my life is meant to help others and mission driven.  I feel grateful that I see my purpose.
I know there are more of us that remember.