#Symbolism

[random-brushstrokes]

Robert H. Hawcridge - The Morning Star (1890-1893)

[squeegin]

Guau!!!!

DOG MOSAICS (From Italy and Greece ××)

[diana-andraste]

The Kiss of the Sphinx, Franz von Stuck, 1890

[daily-dose-of-art-history]

The Poet and the Saint (1868) by Gustave Moreau

[hdslibrary]

Just Another Mystic Monday

Illustrations for this 1700 collection of writings by Christian mystic, Jacob Böhme, do not disappoint. In addition to the striking, full page eye, we have an otherworldly garden with flowers, a heart nailed to a cross, and a swarm of bees. (But did the librarian need to apply the ownership stamp right there?)

Böhme, Jakob. Der für die einfältigen epitomirte nicht tunckel, sondern klar und deutlich, redende hocherleuchtete Jacob Boehme; oder Seraphinisch Blumen-Gärtlein. Amsterdam [Wetstein?] 1700.

[springbudeyes]

I don’t see what’s humbling about this at all. The meaning of life is to find meaning. As a symbolism enjoyer, you are doing the main quest.

being a symbolism enjoyer should humble you because at the end of the day no matter how eloquently you articulate it youre essentially saying "i love it when things have meaning"

[weirdlookindog]

Dave Lebow (b. 1955) - Conversation

[aventurineswife]

❤ The Language of Flowers | 003

❤ | Your options shall be: Sunday, Aventurine, Boothill, Jing Yuan, Moze, Dan Heng, Blade, Dr Ratio

❤ | Flower & it's definition : Aster flower | A symbol of patience, daintiness, good-luck, and a talisman of love. When given as a gift it means admiration and can also mean elegance.

The Language of Flowers

Tags: Sunday x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Romance, Emotional Depth, Fluff, Light Angst, Self-Reflection, Inner Conflict, Healing, Vulnerability, Symbolism, Slow Burn, Complex Emotions.

Warnings: Mentions of past trauma, Introspective and reflective moments, Potential for mild angst or emotional struggles, Light conflict or misunderstandings, Mentions of past manipulation (for Aventurine), Mentions of loss and survivor’s guilt (for Aventurine and Sunday).

A/N: this was way better in my head 😔🙏

[Part 1] | [Part 2] | [Part 4] | [Part 5] | [Part 6] | [Part 7] | [Part 8] | [Part 8.5] | [Part 9] | [Part 10] | [Part 11] | [Part 12] | [Part 13] | [Part 14] | [Part 15] | [Part 16] | [Part 17] | [Part 18] | [Part 19] | [Part 20] [Part 21]

The serene silence of the evening stretched across the quiet expanse of the Astral Express. You leaned against the window, watching the stars twinkle in the void of space, your thoughts drifting like the cosmic winds. Suddenly, a soft rustle behind you interrupted your reverie. Turning, you saw Sunday walking toward you, his ethereal presence illuminated by the soft glow of his halo.

"You're still up?" you asked, surprised by his late-night appearance.

He nodded gently, his eyes reflecting the distant stars. "I often find peace in the quiet hours," he replied, his voice as soft as the breeze.

He stopped beside you, his wings fluttering slightly. His gaze lingered on the flowers in your hand—Aster flowers, delicate and vibrant. The petals gleamed under the starlight, their meaning profound: patience, elegance, and love. You had found them during a stop at a nearby planet and thought of him immediately. Without a word, you handed him the bouquet.

He took them carefully, his gaze softening. "Aster," he murmured. "A symbol of patience, daintiness, and love."

You smiled, your heart warm at the thought. "Yes, they remind me of you."

Sunday's expression faltered for a moment, and then, almost imperceptibly, he let out a breath. "Admiration," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "You give me too much credit."

But despite his words, there was a faint flush on his cheeks, the golden halo above his head flickering with warmth. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, his touch gentle, almost reverent.

"Perhaps it's not too much," you said, your voice quieter now, your words a soft echo of the meaning behind the flowers. "You have a way of making everyone around you feel at peace. I admire that."

Sunday's wings fluttered once more, and his usual stoic demeanor softened. He held the flowers close, as if seeking comfort in their delicate embrace. The language of the flowers, so often unspoken, seemed to resonate deeply within him. A moment of silence passed between you, filled with shared understanding, before he spoke again, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken feelings.

"Thank you," he whispered, "for seeing me... as I truly am."

You smiled, the stars above flickering like a quiet promise.

The night was thick with tension as you made your way through the dimly lit corridors of the IPC’s headquarters, your heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and dread. You had finally tracked down Aventurine, the infamous strategist—and it had been quite the task. Rumors of his unpredictable behavior had followed him like a shadow, and you couldn't shake the feeling that your encounter tonight was going to be no different.

As you entered the lavishly decorated study, you found him standing near the window, gazing out at the bustling city below, his usual flamboyant aura restrained tonight. The peacock feather in his hat swayed slightly with the soft breeze coming through the open window. His eyes flicked toward you with a calculated glimmer, but his smile—always so charming—seemed to carry something else tonight.

You stepped forward, holding out the small bouquet of Aster flowers you had picked for him. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze narrowing slightly.

"For me?" he asked, his voice smooth and dripping with curiosity.

"Yes," you said, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. "Aster flowers... for good luck, for elegance, and for admiration. They carry a message."

Aventurine's lips curled into a smile that never quite reached his eyes. "Admiration?" he mused, taking the flowers with a swift motion. "Such a bold gesture... And yet, there's more to it, isn't there?"

His fingers toyed with the flowers as if trying to decipher their meaning, his gaze flickering back to you. "I’ve learned that the language of flowers is far more intricate than it appears. But I wonder, do you give them out of affection—or out of strategy?" His voice was laced with both amusement and intrigue.

You met his gaze, unflinching. "Perhaps it’s a bit of both. But does it matter? The meaning is still the same."

Aventurine studied you, his eyes gleaming with the slightest hint of respect, mixed with something far more complex. His fingers tightened around the Aster flowers, and for the briefest of moments, you saw the cracks in his facade—a vulnerability he quickly masked with a smirk.

"You've given me a gift," he said, the words slowly coming to him as if he were savoring the moment. "It would be unwise to underestimate the power of that gesture. Let’s see what fortune awaits."

His smile deepened as he turned his back to you, slipping the flowers into his coat’s inner pocket. "Luck is always on my side," he said, almost as if testing the words. "But perhaps, for once, it will be a gamble worth taking."

You couldn’t help but wonder if this was one gamble that could change everything.

The quiet elegance of the Xianzhou Luofu was something you had grown accustomed to, but tonight, the stars outside felt closer than ever. The streets were bathed in the soft glow of lanterns, casting a golden hue over everything. You wandered through the streets, your thoughts drifting, when you found yourself in the courtyard where Jing Yuan often came to unwind.

There, under the soft light of the moon, you saw him standing, his long hair fluttering gently in the night breeze, his eyes distant, as though lost in thought. Despite the tranquility of the moment, you could sense the weight of his thoughts.

“General Jing Yuan,” you called softly, not wanting to startle him.

He turned, his calm demeanor never faltering, his gaze settling on you. "Ah, it's you," he said, his tone lazy but kind. "What brings you here at this hour?"

You approached him slowly, holding out a small bouquet of Aster flowers, their delicate petals glowing faintly in the moonlight. "I thought you might like these," you said, offering them with a small smile.

He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling slightly. "Aster flowers," he mused, accepting them. "Patience, daintiness, admiration... and good luck. How fitting."

His eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, they seemed to soften, as if the weight of his position could be set aside just for this. "You're very thoughtful," he said, his voice warmer now, though still composed. "The Aster flower is said to be a talisman of love. Do you truly believe in such things?"

You nodded, your gaze never leaving his. "I believe that flowers speak louder than words sometimes. And these... they speak of admiration."

Jing Yuan chuckled softly, the sound like a distant melody, as if time itself slowed in his presence. "Admiration, huh?" he repeated, turning the flowers over in his hands. "I have my fair share of admirers, but few give such thoughtful gifts." He paused, his eyes studying you with quiet intensity. "I suppose it’s a rare thing, then. Thank you."

For a brief moment, he was no longer the calm, strategic leader. He was simply a man receiving something precious, something that spoke to a side of him he rarely allowed others to see. His fingers brushed against your hand, the touch light but lingering.

"The meaning of the Aster flower is clear," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "But perhaps the greatest gift is the trust you’ve placed in me."

You smiled softly, feeling the weight of the moment. "I trust you, Jing Yuan. And I admire you."

He nodded slowly, his gaze softening as he took in your words. For a moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, and you knew that the bond between you had deepened. And in the language of flowers, a new chapter had begun.

[helveticablanc]

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[symbolism-art-history]

Day in Winter by Xavier Mellery

[allegorypaintings]

Allegory of Summer

Artist: Franz Bohumil Doubek (Czech, 1865-1952)

Date: 1905

Medium: Oil painting

Collection: Private collection

Description

Allegory of Summer (also known as Allégorie de l’été) depicts a young woman surrounded by symbols of summertime, such as ripe fruits, flowers, and a cornucopia. The woman’s beauty and the symbols of Summer create a sense of peace and harmony.

The painting is also an allegory of the passage of time. The woman’s youth and beauty represent the fleeting nature of Summer, while the ripe fruits and flowers represent the abundance of the season, yet also suggest that Summer is coming to an end. The cornucopia, a symbol of plenty, suggests that Summer’s gifts will be enjoyed by all.

Allegory of Summer is a beautiful and thought-provoking painting that captures the essence of the season. It is a reminder that Summer is a time of joy and abundance, but it is also a time of change and transition.

[diamondwolfart]

Moon God (2024)

[hithertoundreamtof23]

Distance in Daredevil Born Again

~~spoilers!!~~

I know most people have made this connection, but I think it is so cool.

When you think of the end of episode 4, Matt is ascending to the rooftop and thus, reentering his "heroic" and "higher-up" lifestyle of DD. (Last time he was on a roof was when Foggy died)

On the contrary, Fisk is descending to the basement, where it is revealed he had kidnapped and tortured Adam.

Both Fisk and Matt were trying to avoid their previous lifestyles. Both went through a major life change, with Matt stepping down as DD and Fisk stepping up out of crime to become mayor. This is seen in the final scene of episode 1, where Fisk is above Matt.

There is also a big point made of distance in relationships, with the hate and separation between Vanessa and Fisk as well as Matt and Karen in episode one. In both relationships, they once loved each other deeply, but things separated them (Vanessa cheating after Fisk left and Matt and Karen avoiding each other to cope with Foggys death). I love how they are positioned in their scenes together with physical distance to show the emotional distance.

[artemlegere]

Dante's Dream

Artist: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (English, 1828-1882)

Date: 1869-1871

Medium: Oil paint on canvas

Collection: National Museums Liverpool, Liverpool, United Kingdom

Description

Rossetti had a life-long interest in the Italian poet Dante. This painting shows an episode from the 'Vita Nuova'. In it Dante dreams that he is led by Love to the death-bed of Beatrice Portinari, the object of his unrequited passion.

This is Rossetti's largest ever painting. In it he creates a visionary world through soft, rich colours and complex symbols. The attendants wear green for hope, while the spring blossoms signify purity. The red doves indicate the presence of love and the poppies symbolize the sleep of dreams and death.

[daily-dose-of-art-history]

Perseus and Andromeda (1869) by Gustave Moreau