If someone you care about battles depression, the first thing you should do is familiarize yourself with the condition. You cannot effectively provide support if you don’t understand what they are dealing with. In fact, uninformed “help” can just make things worse for the person.
Savonarola’s execution at the Piazza della Signoria, 1498
The best part of this painting is the total dearth of fucks given by the vast majority of people in it. “Oh, another heretic burning today? *sigh*”
Got to start them young.
Arnold Böcklin (1827-1901)
Die Toteninsel (The Island of the Dead) is the best known painting of Swiss Symbolist artist Arnold Böcklin (1827–1901). Prints of the work were very popular in central Europe in the early 20th century — Vladimir Nabokov observed that they were to be “found in every Berlin home.” Freud, Lenin, and Clemenceau all had prints of it in their offices.
Böcklin produced several different versions of the mysterious painting between 1880 and 1886. [x]
HR Giger did a version of this as well.
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- Most people don’t know this but I actually have a fairly good singing voice (so I’m told!). I’ve found that my ability to sing has directly increased as I’ve strengthened my ability to shout.
- As a wee girl of eight or nine, I once had lunch at the governor’s mansion. This was Missouri in the ’90s, so that governor was John Ashcroft: his wife and my mother were alumni of the same college. (I definitely met Mrs. Ashcroft but don’t recall if the man himself ever dropped in.) The main thing I remember was being served some sort of peach soup that tasted very strange to my picky third-grade taste buds.
- The first man I ever had intercourse with was Crispin Glover’s East Coast tour manager. The act took place in his best friend’s childhood bedroom within a couple of hours after we first met in person (through a mutual friend who had sent him a copy of Mass Culture); this was also in the same neighborhood where serial killer Albert Fish abducted one of his victims. I was 26 years old.
- Right now in order to receive rent and cash assistance, the welfare program has assigned me to do mandatory volunteer work for a set number of hours a week. So my current assignment involves designing ads, pamphlets, and newspaper layouts for a predominantly black church in Bed-Stuy where I am in several different closets.
- One time last year at the BDSM dungeon where I sporadically work, a fellow domme hanging out in the lounge gave me a little piece of chocolate and didn’t inform me until after I’d eaten it that this was in fact THC candy. Uh oh! After my shift, I went to Catland for Blot and Sumbel and started to feel reeeeally high on the subway ride there: so, long story short, I once attended an Asatru ritual while unexpectedly stoned.
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Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on November 16, 1581
This painting depicts the historical 16th century story of Ivan the Terrible mortally wounding his son in Ivan in a fit of rage. By far the most psychologically intense of Repin’s paintings, the Emperor’s face is fraught with terror, as his son lay quietly dying in his arms, blood dripping down the side of his face.
That close-up reminds me a lot of Goya’s Saturn Devouring his Children.
Monty the Mage.