A little fatalistic there lately, FreeThinke.JMJ
Or more contemporary
Eternal immutable Truth cannot be dated.How the modern tendency to "nosh" endlessly on tons of out-and-out crap at every available opportunity relates to "Vanity" I cannot imagine. If any anything, other than pointing to the huge success "Bernaysian" advertising techniques have enjoyed in pandering to human weakness, it indicates a tremendous lack of proper self-esteem –– a desirable quality that should never be confused with morbid egocentrism.
The vanitas school covers several themes of funerary art.The one I posted is a very witty parody of the greatest Dutch vanitas still life painter, Willem Hedda.
I sensed both "Still Life" and "Old Master," Ducky, but what all that has to do with Vanity I still don't understand. Why is it called "The Vanitas School of Funerary Art?"Who contrives these names and categories to help us define, remember –– and presumably understand –– Art better? I doubt very much if our friend Willem Hedda thought of himself as a practitioner of "Funerary Art of the Vanitas School," any more than J.S. Bach regarded himself as "The Culmination of the Baroque Period" in Music, so how do these curious academic designations come about?Might make an interesting study all by itself.
Jersey,What's fatalistic about it? That is a timeless picture, and it expresses the eternal truth that all beauty, and indeed all mortal life is fleeting.Ducky, I don't get it.
FT's got the vibe lately. Heck... What am I saying? He always does! LOL!JMJ
You got de VibesI got de VibesAll God's chillun's gots de VibesWhen we gets to HebbenWe can jibe wiff de VibesDen we can dance All over God's Hebben!§;-D=
Thus spake Qoheleth.
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