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Die Erkenntnis ist vielleicht die wichtigste die man im Leben haben kann. Allein die Schlußfolgerung sollte das schiere Gegenteil von Sartres Ekel sein. Das Leben, das Sein ist zufällig und ohne Ziel. Das wirkt nur im ersten Moment beängstigend. Bei genauerer Betrachtung und unter Einbeziehung eines gesunden Maßes an Hedonismus ist eben diese Tatsache doch das größte Glück, dass einem Geschöpf zu Teil werden kann! Unter welchen Umständen wäre mehr Freiheit denkbar? Wie leicht lebt es sich erst, wenn man verstanden hat, dass man nicht der Welt, nicht sich selbst noch irgendeinem höheren Wesen gegenüber eine Schuld zu begleichen hat? Unsere Existenz dient nur einem Zweck - dem, den wir ihr geben! Es gibt nichts zu gewinnen, nichts zu verlieren - es gibt keine Rechenschaft abzulegen, es gibt nur das Leben! Das Leben… und das, was du daraus machen willst. Cupid Playing with a Butterfly
The pose, the almost suave charm of the face, the delicate fingers, the refined treatment of the hair: everything expresses sensitivity, reserve, and grace. The sculptor has achieved a subtle balance between nature and the ideal, inherited from the 18th century. Cupid is portrayed as a naked, unarmed adolescent whose sole attributes are his short wings. He seems to be engrossed in an innocent pastime. His amusement is not as harmless as it seems, though; the butterfly allowing itself to be seduced by his rose symbolizes the soul, Psyche in Greek. Imprisoned by Cupid, the soul soon experiences love’s torments rather than its pleasures. The graceful bas-relief friezes on the base develop the theme: if the butterfly tastes the juice of a basket of flowers, it is pinned down by chubby little cupids, one of whom enslaves it by harnessing it to his chariot. But the soul finally triumphs thanks to the bees: infuriated by the arrows shot at their hive, they swarm all over the cheeky imps. These scenes are inspired by the Idylls of Theocritus (3rd century BC), the most famous Greek poet of the Alexandrian era, and the delicateness of the carving expresses all their bucolic charm. [Louvre] Neapolitan Fisherboy Playing with a Tortoise Rudes great success dates from 1833, when he received the cross of the Legion of Honour for his statue of a Neapolitan Fisher Boy playing with a Tortoise (now in the Louvre), which also procured for him the important commission for all the sculptural frieze ornament and one group on the Arc de Triomphe, in Paris. [Source: Wikipedia] I felt in love with neoclassical sculputures when I saw this boy in Paris on a school trip. I was 14 and too young (I guess) to get excited about paintings but these plastic boys got my attention immediately. I stood there in front of this boy with mixed feelings… his face, his look was so natural… it was kinda spooky in a good, a wonderful way. On the other hand I felt a bit guilty cause I thought everybody who’s seeing me standing there had to think I’m just looking at his dick xD This cheerful boy, playing with a tortoise held captive by a reed, caused heated controversy at the Salon of 1833. For the first time, an artist had sculpted a lifesize marble of a picturesque figure, an anecdotal subject. It marked a complete break with classical ideology, whereby genre scenes were considered to be unworthy of statuary art, especially in a medium as noble as marble. Rude’s theme and style also contradicted classical canons. Although reminiscent of antique sculpture, the work was imbued with an unprecedented feeling of freedom and freshness. The boy is naked like the heroes of mythology, but his body is not idealized and his hearty laugh reveals his teeth, a real breach of good taste. The tradition of representing children at play did exist in Hellenistic sculpture, but Rude emphasized the popular, lively aspect of his depiction. The child seated on a net is a young fisher boy, whose bonnet and scapular (the devotional object around his neck) show that he is from Naples. His attitude is carefree and his entire face - crinkled eyes, dimples, open mouth - is laughing. [Louvre] Made by Phlooz | Found by Kollio |
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