Me in Dresden. Someone stole that hoody of mine there, and it was my favorite hoodie, it was more cool than it looks.
"I don't imagine you need to be told this, Mulder, but you're not a loser. "
"Yeah, but I'm not Eddie van Blundht either, am I?"
My friend Rosalia who I went to see in Germany and who might never come back here if she likes Germany too much.
Arnold Bocklin - Summer’s Day
I think this one was my favorite of the “new masters”. I know it probably doesn’t look very interesting in that size, but when it was big, the leaves on the tops of the trees were many and glowing and almost moving.
I always like it when the wind does that thing and I can see the opposite side of the leaves. When I was little and we were in our village and there was a storm, it was a little scary, because the thunders there are very loud, and the roof of the bungalow is made of tin and you can hear every drop. But I always liked watching the wind doing that with the the opposite side of the leaves.
And it happens everywhere as long as there are trees. I remember how I saw it once from the tram in Sofia after one day in high school, with the many streets and blocks and cars around. I was talking with a friend and we were sulky, and I had just one glimpse at the trees aside and then I was looking ahead all the time, but I knew I could see the wind and the opposite side of the leaves if I look aside and I was somehow saving it for later and that’s the whole story.
Martin Mannig, Untitled
My brother liked this one the most of the “New masters” gallery. :)
While I was in that gallery I thought some time about how I liked many of the things there less than many of the things I like in deviantart.
the true snail link
Sorry for the link not working in the previous post. It has some strange apostrophe which can’t get copied in there.
Also, I knew that there was supposed to be a snail in the Old Masters Gallery. Because in front of it they were selling cards with a few of the paintings in it, and there was a snail. It said “detail”. I had no idea how much they meant that. It looked like a big snail on the card. I was thrilled, because Snail.
I didn’t see it. I didn’t even know how many more secret corridors and floors that place had when I left.
But my friend who stayed there the other day too, went to visit the gallery for a second time, and she kept looking for it until a kid said “Mama, eine Schnecke!” and she finally saw it. People write long essays about that snail.
(as you probably all know, but yeah, I’m stupid)
Vermeer - Girl Reading a Letter at an Open Window
I never expected to see that. Though I probably looked at it for just ten seconds. It was fifteen minutes before they closed the gallery when we found its third floor. They announced that with a gong. (the fifteen minutes left I mean)
Unknown artist - The heads of the martyrs, Paul, John the Baptist and St. James, 1660/70
“Unbekannter Künstler” is unknown artist in German. I thought that was the name of the author at first. :P
The pink shells and curtain were pretty in person. I wonder if everyone agrees that the artist is unknown.
