as i sauntered by the tables of the gelato shop down the street i couldn’t help but notice the quiet owner, normally ruling over the counter with solemn complacency, crouched beside his vespa and conversing with a young boy. there was talk from the old man, of the little boys plans regarding a destination. without hesitation, looking up at the moon while raising his arm to point at the moons distant face(shedding her beams generously over the already well lit street, unnecessary but appreciated), he announced, with an infallible conviction, that it was the moon he wished to visit. as complex ideas of two wheeled space travel were explained, through the boys severe but excited hand gestures, the old mans face gave way. so often rigid, wholly uncompromising, are his cheeks; but now these plateaus shift, buckle under pressure, and valleys form. rough and new are the creases surrounding his rarely smiling mouth. a stony brow weathers away and his eyes shine with the moon.
Christmas - Victor Razgulin
George Inness (American, 1825-1894), In a shady nook, c.1893. Oil on canvas, 30 x 25 in.
why do u want 2 know? but yeah. i’m hilarious
French DIY by bastien marlin
Van Gogh, Clumps of Grass, April 1889. Oil on canvas, 44.5 x 49.0 cm. Pola Museum of Art, Hakone, Japan.