Whenever I visit an art gallery, I wonder: It’s strange to think that the portraits might have captured some essence of the people that are portrayed, and they exist in some eternal trans-dimensional Sheol or Elysian Fields. I also wonder if in similar manner composers sense their music each time it is played.
Even in the far future when the Earth is gone, will signals containing encrypted artistic and scientific data travel outward to be captured for replay? The novel “Macroscope,” by Piers Anthony, portrays something of this idea of a trans-stellar information network.
I don’t dismiss it as a merely elegant considered impossible by present theories of technology. The impossible just might take a little longer, probably longer than “Day Million” [Frederik Pohl].
"Category:1833 oil on canvas paintings in France" Wikimedia
(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found and once there find the text string 2014.38, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this large painting, along with a Description.
Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3252 (January 15, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. Only work by him used here so far.
BE THIS GUY 10 months ago
Self-portrait painting-bombed by wife and daughter.
Solstice*1947 10 months ago
/// This self-portrait of Paul Claude-Michel
Carpentier with his wife, named Adèle,
shows their daughter Clémence,
who’s the object of taunts
for she’s never come out of her shell.
/// Though portrayed here with grace and aplomb,
she is far too attached to her Mom.
When Adèle goes somewhere,
Clémence wails in despair,
and until Mom returns won’t be calm.
rmremail 10 months ago
I am just wondering what the woman in red was thinking when she chose her hairstyle?
“What’s the worst possible thing I that I can do to draw attention away from my double chin?”
ronaldspence 10 months ago
Daddy, why did you paint a mustache on that poster of the queen?
Say What Now‽ Premium Member 10 months ago
“That’s our Scruffy all right. He was such a loyal mutt, too bad he was sent upstate. That stuffed dog the artist used looks just like him.”
PraiseofFolly 10 months ago
Whenever I visit an art gallery, I wonder: It’s strange to think that the portraits might have captured some essence of the people that are portrayed, and they exist in some eternal trans-dimensional Sheol or Elysian Fields. I also wonder if in similar manner composers sense their music each time it is played.
Even in the far future when the Earth is gone, will signals containing encrypted artistic and scientific data travel outward to be captured for replay? The novel “Macroscope,” by Piers Anthony, portrays something of this idea of a trans-stellar information network.
I don’t dismiss it as a merely elegant considered impossible by present theories of technology. The impossible just might take a little longer, probably longer than “Day Million” [Frederik Pohl].
.
https://classicsofsciencefiction.Com/2021/11/20/day-million-by-frederik-pohl/
Jayalexander 10 months ago
It’s like looking in a mirror in’it.
Linguist 10 months ago
Family portrait of the Carpentiers – Artist Dad, (who never gets paint on himself), Darling (though clingy) Daughter, and Myopic Mom with poodle.
khmo 10 months ago
WHO?
Call me Ishmael 10 months ago
It’s a technical tour de force:/
Three French people- (Gallic – not Norse)/
Yet their daughter is fair:/
Whence comes that blonde hair?/
Does Dad dare to consider the source ?///
The mailman’s an emigré Swede/
He’s one of the pale Nordic breed/
He’s a nice looking lad:/
Could he be the dad ?/
Is this marriage going to seed ?///
Both mother and daughter seem close/
But the artist seems somewhat morose../
Is he growing suspicious?/
(And who’s doing their dishes?*)
As a German might ask: “Was ist los?”
*I know that’s irrelevant, but I like the rhyme.)
Call me Ishmael 10 months ago
If I were a Carpentier, and you were a lady, would you ?
Holden Awn 10 months ago
“Yes, Sweetie, sometimes the lady does get cold sitting there with no clothes on, but Daddy makes sure to warm her up…”
Calvins Brother 10 months ago
“We’re not looking at his chest.”
Csaw Backnforth 10 months ago
I’m thinking the woman in red is an ancestor of Larry Fine.
The Wolf In Your Midst 10 months ago
The painter must also have been a sculptor on the side, because the part lines in his kids’ hair look like they were gouged out with a chisel.
mshaw Premium Member 10 months ago
“Self-Portrait With Family,” 1833
Bilan 10 months ago
Timothee Chalamet? They’re in love with Willy Wonka?
Impkins Premium Member 10 months ago
“Isn’t he just dreamy??????” :)
mabrndt Premium Member 10 months ago
Self-Portrait with Family in the Artist’s Studio:
Paste (including the quote marks)
"Category:1833 oil on canvas paintings in France" Wikimedia
(syntax supported by the Google, Bing, Yahoo, DuckDuckGo, Ecosia, and Yandex search engines) in the browser address bar (or search for it using one of those search engines) and choose the first Category: found and once there find the text string 2014.38, and click its link for info and links that point to more info about this large painting, along with a Description.
Again, a larger strip image is shown by (Ctrl- or right-) clicking the image in Mr. Melcher’s MASTERPIECE #3252 (January 15, 2024) blog entry, accessible by the Check out the blog! box after the last comment, and using the dropdown menu (even larger, if you trim what’s after .png from the URL). I have added a comment there pointing to info about this artist I used to point to here. Only work by him used here so far.
Call me Ishmael 10 months ago
Yasmina- the sultan observed/
“You are simply exquisitely curved-/
Choose another instead/
Or you may lose your head -/
For the seat you are in is reserved..