I was walking past the window when I was greeted with a rather surreal sight which I could scarcely believe, were I not looking right at it. My cat Zeo was sitting there watching with a look of intrigued curiosity a squirrel not even three feet away rather contentedly eating without the least bit of concern for the presence of the cat. I stood a moment in transfixed fascination before running down the hall to grab my camera as the opportunity could not be allowed to escape. ...
As Raphael was making a name for himself in Rome painting the great frescoes for the Vatican, he was also adding to his fame (and fortune) through the creation of designs for prints and tapestries, and the creation of any number of "lesser" paintings. Among the finest of these he was especially known for his paintings of the Madonna and Child. His manner of painting... soft and sensual... was especially suited to such a theme. Among some of the finest are the Alba Madonna: ...
Raphael entered into the Roman art scene at the peak of the High Renaissance... one of the greatest paradigm shifts in the whole of Western art history. In the eras prior, art... painting, sculpture, architecture... were seen as nothing more than a form of skilled labor, and artists were but skilled craftsmen... not far from carpenters or blacksmiths. The visual arts were not thought of as an intellectual endeavor and were not counted among the "liberal arts". In most instances the theme, ...
Raffaello Sanzio da Urbino (Spring 1483 – April 6, 1520) Raphael was one of the 4 giants of the high Renaissance in Italy (the others being Leonardo, Michelangelo, and Titian). His oeuvre is not something that can be defined (with nuance) in merely a few words. The artist was both quite driven in his career and a sensualist. His early work exhibited the poetic touch of his master, Perugino... drew inspiration from the elder Leonardo... especially with regard to imbuing his ...
It was a deep and dark hole in the ground which was part of the house. You came down into it by stairs and it smelled of a damp wetness which would at times be filtered by a grumbling machine in the laundry room, though it no longer worked for he had not cared to empty it. To step down into there was as if to be lowered into an underground lair, for it was underground and the walls had reeked a slimy yellow color which had grown with age. She found herself down here at the foot of ...
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