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Iβve noticed each of the ex libris portraits were inspired from real self-portraitsβ¦Maybe Iβm too late to the gameπ₯²π¬ Just sharing my love of renaissance art here thatβs allβ¦
1. Andreas 1518 β> Portrait of the Artist Holding a Thistle, Albrecht Durer (1493) https://collections.louvre.fr/en/ark:/53355/cl010065609#
2. Andreas 1525 β> Self-Portrait at the Age of Twenty Eight, Albrecht DΓΌrer (1500) https://www.sammlung.pinakothek.de/en/artwork/Qlx2QpQ4Xq
3. Magdeline 1545 (?) β> Self-Portrait as Saint Catherine of Alexandria, Artemisia Gentileschi (1617) https://www.nationalgallery.org.uk/paintings/artemisia-gentileschi-self-portrait-as-saint-catherine-of-alexandria
Bonus: (An appreciation for the beautiful Pentiment ost album cover by Benjamin Vierling!!!β€οΈ https://bvierling.com) PortrΓ€t von Andreas Maler (2022) β> Self-Portrait, Albrehct DΓΌrer (1498) https://www.museodelprado.es/en/the-collection/art-work/self-portrait/8417d190-eb9d-4c52-9c89-dcdcd0109b5b?searchMeta=durer
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βFranz Kafka
If I cannot love you openly like I wish, if I cannot hold your hand when walking Or wrap you in my arms late at night. Then I will love you silently, in my mind and behind closed eyes For there, there is no rejection or heartbreak. And surely it is better to love silently than to not love at all?
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βJoan of Arc
To the little girl who faded with the dying light of October, 1922β My dearest Cecilia, It is with unbearable grief that I write to you. Each passing day, I am forced to reconcile with the weight of your absence, haunted by the silence you left behind. Although it wasnβt my hands that took your life, my heart aches with regretβ because in the silence of my heart, I have convinced myself that it was my fault.
βA lady and her quill, Letters to dead children.