#galla art

[gallapple]

And that's a wrap!

Like my christmas decorations, it's time to put this au away til next year. I had a lot of fun with it and I'm so glad it's my final drawing of 2024!

[ehlihr]

OC things

[wandering-italy]

Mosaic covered alcove.

Mausoleum of Galla Placidia. 5th century

Ravenna

Jan 2017

[scourgeblooms]

gw2 has been so kind to gallahan fashion-wise lately

this man loves his silks, fine leathers, and pressed fabrics

[wandering-cemeteries]

The Mausoleum of Galla Placidia, built in 5th century. It is thought to contain the tomb of Galla Placidia (died 450), the daughter of the Roman Emperor Theodosius I. Someone accidentally burned the contents of the tomb in 1577. Emperor Valentinian III or Emperor Honorius and Galla’s husband Emperor Constantius III may still be buried in the tomb. Ravenna, Italy

[debushit]

A brief summary of Arsenal’s Captain Curse! My very own take on the theory, i talked about it a lot back in like 2018-ish, but since I’m seeing more new arsenal sufferers fans I thought I’d share 🥰 Support Arsenal!

Also I’m not claiming I came up with the theory, this is just my version of the events :)

[fionamccall]

A Sacred Fire - the Mausoleum of Galla Placida, Ravenna

I make no apologies for reproducing the mosaics of Galla Placidia, even though they are everywhere on the souvenirs of Ravenna. Galla Placidia (392/3-450) was the heiress to the Roman Empire, the daughter of  emperor Theodosius I. Her mausoleum is one of the oldest buildings in Ravenna, dating from the 5th Century.

I've included one as it gives a sense of the rich variety of decorative patterns in the Mausoleum:

I love the verdant fruits on the arch decoration below:

[jayflamestar]

new sparkler has indeed dropped

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), 'Galla Ri An', 2024

[the-purrletarian]

excuse me underworld judges how did she NOT get in? Come on

queen of ithaca :D

[chrysanthemum-anthemideae]

Vogue runway's new cookie settings are the hill i die on there's no way in hell you need to know my adress, details on everything electric i own, where i leave my slippers and how often i shit and share that info with 100 other companies to show me pictures of (sometimes) pretty clothes (minus shushu/tong idk it's not there anymore) fuck you all greedy assholes

[gallapple]

supplement doodles for the charlastor nutcracker au drawings I did. Rat King Adam and his bat lieutenant Lute. Special appearance of Adam's son, the Mouse Prince Abel.

[ehlihr]

Old lady sketches (dnd npc)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

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SABBATHS 2002 III

We come at last to the dark and enter in. We are given bodies newly made out of their absence from one another in the light

of the ordinary day. We come to the space between ourselves, the narrow doorway, and pass through into the land of the wholly loved.

-Wendell Berry [from the collection “Given”]

[alive on all channels]

Mausoleum of Galla Placidia, Basilica of San Vitale, Ravenna, Italy

[dc-and-damirae]

brucie: I know nothing about wine, so I buy bottles based on the label’s art. mr. fox: Ok, but what kind of wine do you want for the galla? bruce: Bear in a scuba suit wine

[milksuu]

⌜modern!au!hwei x gn!reader⌟ ╰ ❝ A WORK OF ART ❞

❥ prompt: Hwei takes you on a date. But you're not really the 'artsy-fartsy' type. ❥ content/warnings: established relationship, fluff, suggestive language/themes ❥ word count: 668 an;; i swore i would write something for hwei when he came out. i have fulfilled my promise...to myself lol.

"Tell me. When you gaze into this painting. What sort of feelings does it possess you with?"

"I'm possessed with the idea that someone spilled their coffee on it. And to cover it up, tried to wipe it away. But only smudged it around before deciding 'Ah, yes. This was an obvious intentionally stroke of genius. No one will suspect a thing.' And now, I'm feeling like I could go for a latte."

Hwei pauses, pinching his lips to side at your observation. He bows his head, as if coming to an inevitable conclusion. Which was, in fact, your glaring lack of an artistic eye. Still, he lifts a smile, not giving up on the idea that bringing you to a ritzy art gallery wasn't the worst idea he's ever had.

"Surely," he speaks low as to not disturb the other patrons busying themselves with the view, "you must have some inkling of emotion when you see it. Don't you?"

"Hwei," you finally turn, closing the galla pamphlet you were pressed to take. "You're asking an accountant what they think about art. Honestly, I'm more concerned about the price tag. In which case, I feel a sense of remorse for whoever plans to buy it. It's a blank canvas with a coffee stain."

"I'm beginning to think that you might lack just a fine hair of imagination." He bears a soft smile that washes away any nerve you have over his quip. He has a way of making his jests lighthearted and almost poetic. But that never meant he wasn't being truthful. Maybe that's what made him so dangerous to begin with. And that's what made you stall for a breath whenever you were with him.

Lifting an arm, he gestures for you to take it. You do, and allow him to escort you to whatever part of the gallery he wants to try and entertain you with. He's made a point to inspire you, and even mold you into someone who could potentially appreciate the crafts. He's put a lot of faith in potential. And that you could say, was not the most pragmatic way of going about things.

After a slow waltz to the next atrium, he brings you to stand before a chiseled, marble sculpture of a man. Carved with such expression and lines, it wouldn't surprise you if it started breathing. Quitely, you trace the statues body, down the the very detail of what was between his legs. By curve and size alone, you gather the artist didn't want this particular piece to be missed.

"It's giving me a sense of," you breathe in a refined breath for air, twirling a dramatic hand to the lower region. "Phallic."

You think Hwei will try to argue with you. Chastise you for your childish take on fine art. And possibly end the date early from sheer offense. Instead, he covers his mouth from his airy laughs.

"It seems you have a very good eye for these kinds of things. I knew I was dealing with an expert." A hint of amusement lightens the dark circles pressed beneath his sultry eyes. "I may or may not have have been thinking the same thing."

"My turn to ask the questions, then." You clear your throat, mimicking his ornate style of speech. 'Tell me. What sort of thoughts does it possess you with?'"

"I'm possessed with the thought"—he chuckles, closing the gap between your bodies. His lips mere inches away from yours. Whispering the last of his secret—"of how badly I want to kiss you right now."

"Really? In front of a Greek man's marbled penis, surrounded by a room full of voyeurs?" Your fingers take the fabric of his turtleneck, pressing him closer. "I would've never guessed this is what turns you on."

"Oh. You have absolutely no idea." Hwei concludes, quieting your breathy laughs with his lips. It blooms a cascade of warm tones in your chest, and you feel your cheeks bruise an intense hue of pink.

There's a time and place for when you would tell him.

That the way he makes you feel is your favorite work of art.