#galla art

[gallapple]

💗𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓂𝒶 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒸𝒽é𝓇𝒾𝑒💗

Happy l̶a̶t̶e̶ Valentine's Day!

[wandering-italy]

Mosaic covered alcove.

Mausoleum of Galla Placidia. 5th century

Ravenna

Jan 2017

[ehlihr]

OC things

[sonbunns]

both voiced by Shiraishi Minoru

[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

[squirrelno2]

Some twi'leks I have drawn... Some days I think I'm better at this than others but hey! Black and white floating head is a vague concept of Galla Myrian, brothel owner extraordinaire, and the red Twi'lek is Nali from When We Save Each Other (and interestingly, also the flash of red Hevy sees in Dead Brothers Rescue Coalition after Flex is "shot". Sadly never had room to reveal that in that series but now you know!)

[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

[gallapple]

Ah yes. Me and my darling demon-belle and my microphone staff, my sentient shadow, and my hellish minions who are equally in love with her.

[ehlihr]

Old lady sketches (dnd npc)

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

* * * *

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

[art-by-ady]

The Portrait of an Unknown Person

Another collaboration with my friend @zthea 💝

✨Read the short story after the cut ✨

Astarion’s eyes roamed over the swathes of people discussing the newest additions added to the art galla. Some anonymous donor that came into pieces from the Baldurian era were quickly donated and naturally critics were enamoured. Why wouldn’t they? Not many pieces survived that era due to an event that left Baldurs Gate in ruins for decades.

Murmurs of praise and speculation swirled through the air like smoke—who was this mysterious benefactor? Why had they chosen now to part with such treasures? How did they acquire such a trove from that bygone era?

He knew, of course. He already knew.

It was easier this way. Let them dissect brushstrokes and composition, let them spin their grand theories. None of them would ever understand the weight of it—the ache in his ribs when he looked at a certain portrait, the way his throat closed up when he imagined hands wrapping around his waist, wishing him a good morning after Astarion stayed up to finish a specific piece.

He lingered at the edges of the room, a specter in the shadows. The champagne in his glass had long since lost its chill, but he didn’t drink it anyway. He simply watched.

The painting was beautiful—of course it was. He’d never doubted his own talent, nor his ability to capture something raw and aching in his subjects. And this one… it was no different.

But gods, it hurt.

Astarion turned on his heel and left before the whispers turned into something unbearable.

The gallery was silent by the time he returned.

Dim light from the sconces casted shadows along the floor, the once-bustling room now eerily still. The absence of voices left only the faint hum of the city beyond, muffled through the thick walls of the gallery

He walked slowly, steps measured and quiet, until he reached the painting.

Astarion painted Gale in a way only someone in love could—with an unbearable softness. It wasn’t just the careful rendering of the man’s face, the delicate detailing of his crows feet , the precise gray that was threaded into strands of hair. It was in the little things—the way his expression wasn’t guarded, how there was something tender in the slight parting of his lips. A version that made Astarion’s undead heart ache in his chest.

He let out a breath and traced the edge of the frame with the tips of his fingers.

“We had a good run, didn’t we, darling?” Astarion choked out, trying to hold back a sob that was threatening to spill.

He should leave. He knew that. The longer he stayed, the harder it would be to say goodbye like he did with the real Gale a millenia ago.

The weight of memories pressed down on him.He had thought this would be enough—donating his collection, distancing himself, letting it all slip into the past like a dream half-remembered.

And yet here he was.

Fingers lingering, just for a moment longer, before he finally turned away.

He did not look back.

[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.