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« The Party on the Stairs » (1875) Adelaide Sophia Claxton

" La fiesta en la escalera " (1875) Adelaide Sophia Claxton

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Adelaide Sophia Claxton  (London, 1841 – 1927) was a Londoner illustrator, painter and inventor of the 19th century. She was one of the two daughters of British painter Marshall Claxton, both Adelaide and her sister Florence followed her father example becoming painters. 

She studied at Cary’s School in the Bloomsbury area, there she began to focus on figure painting in watercolour.

Claxton’s work combines literary and fantasy elements, as ghosts and dreams, with scenes of domestic life. She began exhibiting in the Society of Women Artists in late 1850s and in 1896 she exhibited several times at the Royal Academy of Arts, Royal Hibernian Academy and Royal Society of British Artists, however she kept exhibiting too at the Society of Women Artists.

She worked selling satirical and comic illustrations to more than half a dozen periodicals, being one of the first female artists to get part of her living through commercial press like Bow Bells or The Illustrated London News, Judy or London Society. In Judy she was the chief of the illustrators, becoming one of the first British women to work regularly in the magazine market.

When she got married in 1874, she started to work less as illustrator, turning her interest to invention, in 1890 several patents were registered under her name, as curiosity, some of her inventions were the “Armpit-Crutch for Bed-Rests and Chair-Backs” or “Ear-caps for outstanding ears”.

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Adelaide Sophia Claxton (Londres, 1841 - 1927) fue una ilustradora, pintora e inventora londinense del siglo XIX . Fue una de las dos hijas del pintor británico Marshall Claxton. Tanto Adelaide como su hermana Florence siguieron el ejemplo de su padre y se convirtieron en pintoras. 

Estudió en la Escuela de Cary en la zona de Bloomsbury, allí comenzó a centrarse en la pintura de figuras en acuarela.

La obra de Claxton combina elementos literarios y fantásticos , como fantasmas y sueños, con escenas de la vida doméstica . Comenzó a exponer en la Sociedad de Mujeres Artistas a finales de la década de 1850 y en 1896 expuso varias veces en la Real Academia de las Artes, la Real Academia Hiberniana y la Real Sociedad de Artistas Británicos, aunque siguió exponiendo también en la Sociedad de Mujeres Artistas.

Trabajó vendiendo ilustraciones satíricas y cómicas a más de media docena de publicaciones periódicas, siendo una de las primeras artistas femeninas en ganarse la vida en parte a través de prensa comercial como Bow Bells o The Illustrated London News, Judy o London Society. En Judy fue la jefa de ilustradoras, convirtiéndose en una de las primeras mujeres británicas en trabajar regularmente en el mercado de las revistas.

Cuando se casó en 1874, comenzó a trabajar menos como ilustradora, dirigiendo su interés hacia la invención, en 1890 se registraron varias patentes bajo su nombre, como curiosidad, algunos de sus inventos fueron la “Muleta Axilar para Reposabrazos y Respaldos de Sillas” o “Tapones para Oídos Extremos”.

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Adelaide Sophia Claxton (Londra, 1841 - 1927) è stata un'illustratrice, pittrice e inventrice londinese delXIX secolo. Era una delle due figlie del pittore britannico Marshall Claxton; sia Adelaide che la sorella Florence seguirono l'esempio del padre diventando pittrici.

Ha studiato alla Cary's School nella zona di Bloomsbury, dove ha iniziato a concentrarsi sulla pittura di figura ad acquerello.

L'opera di Claxton combina elementi letterari e fantastici, come fantasmi e sogni, con scene di vita domestica. Iniziò a esporre nella Society of Women Artists alla fine degli anni Cinquanta del XIX secolo e nel 1896 espose più volte alla Royal Academy of Arts, alla Royal Hibernian Academy e alla Royal Society of British Artists, ma continuò a esporre anche alla Society of Women Artists.

Lavorò vendendo illustrazioni satiriche e comiche a più di mezza dozzina di periodici, essendo una delle prime artiste a guadagnarsi da vivere attraverso la stampa commerciale come Bow Bells o The Illustrated London News, Judy o London Society. In Judy fu il capo degli illustratori, diventando una delle prime donne britanniche a lavorare regolarmente nel mercato delle riviste.

Quando si sposò nel 1874, iniziò a lavorare meno come illustratrice, rivolgendo il suo interesse alle invenzioni; nel 1890 vennero depositati a suo nome diversi brevetti, come curiosità, alcune delle sue invenzioni furono la "Stampella per le ascelle per i letti e gli schienali delle sedie" o i "Tappi per le orecchie in sospeso".

Source: Women'n Art

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Eugène Carrière (1849 - 1906)

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Journey into the Ethereal: Michaela Meadow's Dream States

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Moon 5 Part 1

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When Moonpool opens her eyes, she’s momentarily blinded by how bright everything is.

Shielding her eyes with a paw, she squints at her surroundings, then gasps. The rudimentary, half scraped together den of moss she fell asleep in underneath the wide, low branch of a tree on the mountainside is gone. Instead, there are stars everywhere.

They’re close enough that she could reach out and bat them around with her paws. Quite suddenly, she’s overcome with a kit-like desire to do just that. Pounce on a nearby star, wrestle it to the ground, and toss it with her back feet. A rush of giddiness sweeps through her as she looks around, stars as far as the eye can see and misty, snow-white clouds that swirl around her paws.

Against the raven-black backdrop of the sky, a collection of stars just beyond her reach takes shape, coalescing into the form of a young kitten. Moonpool gapes, staring in shock as the cat fully comes to be, bounding towards her with bouncing steps and a pelt sprinkled with starlight.

“...Condorkit?”

“Hi, Moonpaw!” The starry kit grins, her pelt as dark as the sky. Even with starlight streaking her fur and her eyes aglow with moonlight, there’s no mistaking it. This is Condorkit! “Or, Moonpool now, right? I’ve missed playing moss ball with you. You were the best moss ball player.”

“I… I haven’t seen you since before the camp caved in.” Moonpool’s voice cracks, a sudden swell of grief slashing through her chest as she looks down upon Condorkit’s shining, smiling face. If this is another one of Moonpool’s nightmares, it’s almost worse than the ones where she fails to warn her Clan again, and again, and again.

“Let’s stay focused, Condorkit,” A deeper voice mews, cutting through Moonpool’s maudlin thoughts, another constellation of stars taking shape.

“Dad!” Moonpool cries, rushing forward to bonk her head with his, relieved to find it solid against her own.

Locuststripe mrrps with laughter, the sound of it rumbling through his throat as he nuzzles against his daughter’s head. “I’ve missed you, darling. It’s so lovely to see you again.”

“What’s going on?” Moonpool pulls back, looking between the two starry cats with confusion. “Why can I see you? Am I dreaming?”

“It’s your leader ceremony!” Condorkit chirps. “We’re here to give you your nine lives!”

“My–?”

More and more cats begin to take shape behind the two already present, Clan members Moonpool knew in life and some she doesn’t recognize. Seeming to melt straight out of the sky, Pitchstar steps forward to the front, his presence commanding in the lithe stretch of muscle under his panther-like pelt. Hovering just in front of his forehead is a star so bright, Moonpool feels almost as though she may have to shield her eyes again.

“Indeed it is,” Pitchstar mews smoothly, a pleased smile gracing a muzzle gray with age. He stands delicately before Moonpool, front paws together as he regards her.

“But I didn’t… I didn’t commune with StarClan on purpose,” Moonpool says in a rush. “I– there’s not even a clan to lead.”

“We will always be available to you in your time of need, Moonpool. StarClan is with you always. It is time for you to lead NimbusClan into a new future.”

“Me first!” Condorkit yowls, knocking into Pitchstar’s legs as she bounds forward to stand on wobbly hind legs in front of Moonpool. A smile twitches the corner of Moonpool’s muzzle. She’s going to miss her Clan even more fiercely when she wakes. “Me first. Okay. I’m giving you your first life for tireless energy.”

A gasp punches out of Moonpool’s throat as Condorkit touches her nose to Moonpool’s forehead, a sense of vitality surging within her and burning all the way out to her claws and the tip of her tail. It… it hurts, the surge of energy, and she finds herself gritting her teeth as Condorkit grins as she drops back to all four paws, turning tail and bouncing back into the group of assembled StarClan cats.

Next, Locuststripe and Frostcrest pad forward.

“Mom,” Moonpool mews, voice choked with emotion as the burning pain recedes, leaving her paws tingling, “dad.” She butts her head against each of theirs, brushing her pale pelt between their starry ones. “I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know that I’m meant to lead.”

“Sometimes,” her mother begins, voice gentle, “these responsibilities are thrust upon us, and it is wiser to let the river carry you than to fight it upstream.” Frostcrest smiles at her. There’s a slight bow to her eyebrows, something in her expression that Moonpool recognizes as worry, but Frostcrest continues before Moonpool can ask her what’s wrong. “You will be an amazing leader, kit. Stay true to you. Your Clan needs you now. I give you this life for confidence.”

“And I, a life for mercy. Tell your brother that we miss him, too,” Locuststripe adds, and both of Moonpool’s parents lean forward to press their noses to her forehead. She braces against the rush this time as it surges through her, an alternating sensation of warm and cool, feeling as though it could lift her off of her paws.

Froststripe gives her one last lick to her shoulder, eyes sad but muzzle smiling as she turns with Locuststripe and walks back into the crowd of cats.

Another kit bounds forward, a brown tabby with eyes that glow with ethereal light.

“Whisperkit,” Moonpool greets warmly, bending to speak with him face to face.

“Never give up, okay?” The seriousness in Whisperkit’s quiet tone is almost enough to make Moonpool chuckle, if the circumstances were different. If Whisperkit were still alive. “I give you this life for hope.”

Loudtalon, NimbusClan’s medicine cat, pads forward. “You’ve always been smart, Moonpool. Keep it up. I give you this life for wisdom.”

“If you weren’t fit to be leader, you wouldn’t have made it this far,” Pebblespore, the deputy, assures. “I give you this life for certainty.”

Currentpaw swaggers from the crowd, grinning at Moonpool. She used to be bigger than Moonpool, in life. Now, Moonpool is tall enough to look down at her. Friendly challenge is bright in her ghostly eyes. “You never could beat me in our sparring sessions, but I bet you’d be able to now. Keep practicing, so you can always keep your clan safe. I give you this life for strength.”

Finally, Pitchstar steps forward, his black pelt almost indistinguishable from the night sky surrounding them. There is pride in his gaze as he stares unwaveringly into Moonpool’s eyes, and something more. Something indecipherable. “You will make a fine leader, Moonstar. I would choose no other cat to follow in my pawsteps. NimbusClan is yours, now. I will ensure that you succeed.”

A shiver works its way through Moonpool’s fur, despite the lack of sensation up here above the clouds. With a start, she realizes she’s not cold, nor warm. There is no wind that ruffles her fur, no firm ground beneath her paws. She is snared by Pitchstar’s eyes, inches from her own, intense and otherworldly.

“I give you this life for protection.” He presses his black nose to her head, a sudden, violent burst of pain twisting through her that feels like she’s run full speed into a rock wall, then turns with the swish of a long tail. Moonpool stares at his retreating back. The pain fades and she feels full of vibrant energy, near to bursting.

She’s just beginning to wonder how she’s supposed to get back to her living body, back to her brother, when her thoughts are interrupted by the arrival of another cat. “You are not done yet. You have one more life left to receive.” Moonpool doesn’t recognize this cat. They’re dark-furred, with a ticked pelt and naked, scarred paws. “I am Oddghost, one of NimbusClan’s prior medicine cats, long before your time. You will face many challenges, Moonpool. Walk always in the path of StarClan, with your brother at your side. Believe not just in your ancestors, but in your own power. In the power of your Clanmates. You are only as strong as your Clan. I grant you your final life for faith.”

Moonpool’s final life surges into her, seeping through her body with such strength her vision whites out, the starry cats in front of her fading from view.

“Lead NimbusClan well, Moonstar.”

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I love this painting (The Cyclops by Odilon Redon) but it kind of scares the shit out of me. It has a very dreamlike quality and also I have a lot of dreams about giant things pursuing me/watching me so it's a distressing combo (again, love it.)

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Our antique sky

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Erato Muse of Poetry

Artist: Edward John Poynter (British, 1836 - 1919)

Date: 1870

Medium: Watercolor on paper

Collection: Private collection

Erato, Muse Of Poetry is a famous oil painting, originally by English artist Sir Edward John Poynter in 1870, with the style of academism. The painting now is collected by private as collection. This kind of portrait oil paintings is very common in visual art.

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#1 Place you wish you remembered better * @troutpaws inktober

I open Google maps, place myself back there. I know these streets. I know these highways. I walk along the car. You're gone now. Demolished. Only the lot you once occupied stands. I can see our old car— I cried when we got rid of that. That was stupid. My house is gone. I close my eyes, try to remember the smell, the daddy long legs, the tiny bathroom. I can't remember the feel of your laminate tile floor, the even smaller kitchen, I can't remember what you smell like. I never saw you again. I regret it every day. I'll miss you more tomorrow.

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Nadine Tralala, “Afterglow”, 2024, oil on panel. Figurative oil painter based in Germany.

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Jennifer Taylor is a professional artist. 🇬🇧

She spent her childhood in the woods and forests of rural Cheshire in England. Inspired by the environment in which she grew up, Jennifer creates colorful, textured, expressive paintings that have a dreamlike quality.

Jennifer has lived in Newcastle upon Tyne for over 20 years, inspired by the woods and countryside nearby. She works primarily in oil, focusing on light and color.

Jennifer's work has been sold to both local and international collectors.

#classicart #classicalart #classicpainting #classicalpaintings #zeitgenössischekunst #mfpretty #aesthetic #traditionalart

White Lilies by Peder, Anne Trolle 🎧

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Echoes in the Haze ➤ Karman Verdi's ethereal world 🌫️

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Purple dusk setting over the mountains at Totsukawa, Nara 💙💜 Painted with palette №3 for the #japanuary event over at @smirnovschool

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Something I was working on a while ago. It might be a bit unfinished, I don’t know what else I wanted to do with it besides touch up the clouds, and I don’t think I’ll ever come back to it.

There is a strange, nostalgic feeling I used to get whenever I’d wake up next to a window in the morning. I don’t sleep by a window anymore, but I still remember the feeling…

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By The Seaside By Jeff Stanford, 2023

Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/