Archive for the 'Nothing' Category

Depression casting her spell

November 3, 2019

~ “The beguiling of Merlin”, Edward Burne-Jones.

Rolling up the scroll of heaven at the end of time

August 3, 2019

Chora Church, Istanbul.


Chute des anges rebelles

June 19, 2018

~ Frères Limbourg, “Très riches heures du duc de Berry”, 1411-16.

Bidenhänder und Flamberge

June 3, 2018







Double-edged swords from the reign of Elector August of Saxony: length between 180 and 210 cm, weight between 4 and 4.8 kg. Only used on foot and with both hands, they were the equipment of the Landsknechte, an elite company of mercenary foot soldiers.

May 13, 2018

“We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It’s been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”

~ Carl Sagan, 1994.

“Le silence éternel de ces espaces infinis m’effraie.”
~ Pascal

National Gallery Berlin

January 13, 2018

Alexandre Calame

Campagna landscape, Arnold Böcklin

Ocean breakers (the sound), Arnold Böcklin

Deep in the forest by moonlight, Friedrich

Moonrise by the sea, Friedrich

Knight's castle, Lessing

Castle by the river, Schinkel

Tilla Durieux depicting Circe, Von Stuck

And also: “Cabin covered in snow”, Friedrich. “After the rain”, Baum. “Low country at the Rhine”, Thoma.

January 15, 2017

“Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder. Many who try to climb it fail and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some, are given a chance to climb. They refuse, they cling to the realm or the gods or love. Illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is.”
~ GoT

December 26, 2016

“Andavamo per il mondo simili a uomini che non sono piu’ vivi, che non partecipano piu’ ai piccoli affanni dei vivi. […] E se dopo ore s’incontrava un’anima, si trattava comunque di qualcuno che vagava come in sogno attraverso quella desolazione eterna. Si passava uno di fianco all’altro con uno sguardo timido e parlando a voce ancora piu’ bassa di prima.”
~ “La fine”, Nossack.


December 26, 2016

The ancient inscriptions sought out from among the vegetation in which they were embedded, during walks through Rome… The study of the remains… “Old walls, yet new for modern spirits” (Boccaccio about the vast ruins of Baiae)… The city of ruins… Ruins awakened an elegiac or sentimental melancholy in Petrarch and Boccaccio… The remains of antiquity which surrounded Fabio Calvi in Rome  touched him so deeply that he would stand before them as if entranced, or would suddenly burst into tears at the sight of them… In the sacred legends it became the custom to lay the scene of the birth of Christ in the ruins of a magnificent palace… That artificial ruins became afterwards a necessity of landscape gardening is only a practical consequence of this feeling.


“The Roman circular bath”, Edward John Poynter.

October 9, 2016

“The whole world was made from nothing, so couldn’t at least one bran cake be made from it?” ~ Seitsemän veljestä