just want to end my life… I don’t deserve to live
Cimabue, Crucifix, located in Santa Croce, Florence, c. 1285
This crucifix is over 14 feet tall and an example of christus patiens (the opposite of christus triumphans), where Christ is sagging on the cross, in an effort to connect emotionally with the viewer. Cimabue takes a stylistic leap forward in his rendering of Christ with the long, graceful s-curve typically seen in gothic works. This image is more pared down and dramatic than other crucifixes of the time, and is meant to inspire some sort of emotional (and thus spiritual) reaction when seen.
The second image is what the crucifix looked like after the devastating 1966 flood of the river Amo in Florence - and that’s after a restoration crew carefully pieced together what remnants they could find.
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What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.
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