slowlyeden:

Art history meme | 3/8 artists

Vilhelm Hammershøi (1864–1916)

Born in Copenhagen, Denmark, Hammershøi is known for his poetic, low-key interiors. Many of these feature his wife, Ida Ilsted, often seen from behind, and many were painted in their homes in Copenhagen.

Throughout his career, Hammershøi remained independent of any group or movement: a fact which contributed to his work being largely forgotten until relatively recently. While their limited colour-palettes give Hammershøi’s works an air of calm elegance, they can also evoke a sense of mystery and even tension, and, despite their understated aesthetic, they were enough to unsettle the artistic establishment of Hammershøi’s day.

feuille-d-automne:

Couple 1886 .
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feuille-d-automne:

Couple 1886 .

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bofransson:

Girl with Cat
Charles Camoin - circa 1904

bofransson:

Girl with Cat

Charles Camoin - circa 1904

I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
classic-art:

Snowy Landscape at South Norwood
Camille Pissarro, 1871

classic-art:

Snowy Landscape at South Norwood

Camille Pissarro, 1871

tierradentro:

“Interior, After Dinner”, 1869, Claude Monet.

tierradentro:

Interior, After Dinner”, 1869, Claude Monet.

labellefilleart:

Lady Reading by a Window, Thomas Benjamin Kennington

labellefilleart:

Lady Reading by a Window, Thomas Benjamin Kennington

urgetocreate:

Claude Monet, The Old Tree at the Confluence, 1889

urgetocreate:

Claude Monet, The Old Tree at the Confluence, 1889

Day and night, like an incubus, the idea chokes me that my life has been wasted irretrievably. I’ve got no past, it’s been stupidly squandered on trivialities, and the present is horrible in its absurdity. Here, take my life and my love; what am I to do with them? My better feelings are fading away for no reason at all, like a sunbeam trapped at the bottom of a mine shaft, and I’m fading along with them.
poboh:

Chelsea Children, James McNeill Whistler. (1834 - 1903)

poboh:

Chelsea Children, James McNeill Whistler. (1834 - 1903)

fotouropa:

Sant Jordi en Barcelona 

You could say, in a vulgar Freudian way, that I am the unhappy child who escapes into books. Even as a child, I was most happy being alone. This has not changed.