#jan 20th

[weirdlookindog]

Jan Frans De Boever (1872–1949) - Les fleurs du mal

[meliae]

Jan Mankes

[oldpaintings]

Daydreaming by Jan Schreuder van de Coolwijk (Dutch, 1868--1962)

[johnprine69]

The streets of Barcelona are fine spirits: sophisticated, biting, filling me up with sensational ideas. What if I stayed here? What if I walked twenty minutes up the hillside to the squat in the old leper’s hospital, introduced myself, vowed to help with the vegetable garden and in exchange found a bed of my own where I could hide under the covers with some book or the other? Maybe I would have a view of the sea or maybe I wouldn’t, but even if I didn’t I could step outside with a cup of tea and look out over it, feeling warmer in the garden than in the shadows in my room. This thought comes to me when I descend six flights of stairs from the apartment to the street, or look out over the sea, salt and water crashing onto the rocks and my face and the pier made of concrete. I let myself be caught up in it then, in wonder, in openness. Like anything could happen to me, like anything has.

Yesterday I stood in the kitchen on the top floor of the flat in Barcelona and I spoke to a stranger in Norwegian. When she responded in Swedish I could understand enough to respond, and on, and on. We made a simple pasta together, tomatoes and garlic and onions and oil, and it occurred to me that not only am I living a life my younger self would have dreamed of, but a life that is the result of every choice I have ever made. I am speaking Norwegian because at seventeen years old I decided to learn it, and I am in Barcelona because of a fascination with Spain that grew from a man I met while studying in Norway. I am in Europe because when I was twelve I wanted to learn French for my ballet classes and, ten years later, I live and work in France. I am traveling alone because I have always dreamed of it; I am making pasta with garlic and onion because I once lived in a community in northern Minnesota that taught me that cooking is holding those you love near to you, letting them know they are loved. I am meeting with strangers and walking up foreign hillsides because I learned to trust myself and trust in other people and trust in that shimmering thread that ties us to one another when I lived in the forest and believed in a world that was beautiful, that could be beautiful.

Some days ago, someone with those same beliefs was shot and killed by police, and here in Barcelona I am drinking espresso and tilling dirt and daydreaming, and in Minneapolis my friends are attending a vigil and marching in their name, and in Germany Greta Thunberg faced off with police for the first time on her twentieth birthday. In another life I could have known them, and they could have known each other. I found out later that an old friend and comrade, someone dear from the times when I lived in the woods and believed in a more beautiful world, was arrested at a march in Atlanta. She’s been framed with arson for the burning of a cop car and now she’s being held without bail in a county jail; she has only eaten peanut butter for the last week as they’re denying her vegan food. She asked for recommendations of intermediate Spanish textbooks, something to fill the indefinite hours ahead, and I sent them to her from across the ocean. In Georgia she is starving, without sun or grass or food. In my apartment, I am making a hearty potato soup and writing about her.Months keep slipping by, days too, and now my 23rd birthday was one month ago and that morning I woke up beside a pretty boy I may never see again. My next birthday will be in eleven months, and then another year of my life will have passed, each day containing a thousand lives I might have lived but only one that I will. I am twenty-three years old today and the future feels infinite, but one day I will be old and everything will be decided for me, by me.

[constanzarte]

Jan Brueghel the Elder & Peter Paul Rubens, Flora and Zephyr, 1617

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Jan Portielje (1829-1908) "An Eastern European Beauty"

[smolfrosted]

While we still have time

Be it you are an immigrant or a descendant of one

Things you should have in a folder together in a place you can easily access them.

Birth certificate

Social security card

Passport

Drivers license

Immigration forms and papers

Things like proof of citizenship or nationalization papers, proof of legal residence, proof that you're a DACA recipient, a green card or anything like those, have available in your home or on you at all times.

Remember I.C.E. may not care, but don't let them just take you out of your home without a fight.

Also I.C.E. aren't cops, they don't get warrants so if they knock on your door pretending to be the police, don't open it. Always check who's knocking first if you can.

Also natural born citizens should have these things in a folder too, I.C.E. has deported people that were born in the US with full citizenship before, don't let them do it to you.

[spyboy2000]

ᴊᴀɴ Šᴠᴀɴᴋᴍᴀᴊᴇʀ's 𝗔𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 1988

[jeannepompadour]

'Fétiche' by Jan Frans de Boever (1872-1949)

[artystyczny-nieporzadek]

Art Details Series: Play for me

|| John Ferguson Weir, Henry William Pickersgill, Georges Antoine van Zevenberghen, Luis Álvarez Català, Thomas Wilmer Dewing, Jan Frederik Pieter Portielje, Lilla Cabot Perry, Michel Garnier ||

[easterneuropeancrafts]

Bulgarian woman from Smilevo (1931), Macedonian Bulgarian Woman (also known as Bulgarian woman from Smilevo) (1931)

Ivan Mrkvička

[weirdlookindog]

Jan Frans De Boever (1872–1949) - Will-o'-the-wisp

[lindahall]

Jan Oort – Scientist of the Day

Jan Oort, a Dutch astronomer, died on Nov. 5, 1992, at the age of 92, having been born in the last year of the 19th century, Apr. 28, 1900.

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[spiltcandycoatedpunkblood]

my reaction to donald trump getting re-elected via tintin 2011 text post memes

[constanzarte]

Jan Brueghel de Oude and Peter Paul Rubens, Nymphs Filling the Cornucopia

[resplendentoutfit]

1920s Stylish Beaties

Right: Nils Dardel (Swedish, 1888-1943) • Portrait of Eva Bonnier • 1926

Left: Left: Nikolai Petrovich-Belsky (Russian, 1868 - 1945) • Portrait of the Artist's Wife • 1920s

Right: Boris Grigoriev (Russian, ) • Woman in a Green Dress • 1922

Left: Feliu Elias Bracons (Spanish, 1878 - 1948) • Woman with a Vase • 1929

David Jagger (British/English, 1891-1958) • Thelma Cazalet-Keir • 1920

Left: Jan Sluijters (Dutch, 1881 - 1957) • Salude Cooten • 1920s

Right: John Lavery (British/Irish, 1856-1941) • Portrait of Miss Harriet Taft Hayward • 1927