I Am Obsessed With Janet Mckenzie’s Art.

Euripides, tr. by Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

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Full size (100x86 cm) graphic version of painting for my composition classes. It is needed to better understand tone values and to have a perception of how your work gonna look like in full size. Made with charcoal stick

Sharing a Cigarette with Joan of Arc, Dante Émile

Florentine School ~ 17th Century, The Archangel Michael 

[Source: Sotheby’s]

the reason i love the comparison between angels and machines (robots, transmission towers, trains, computers, etc.) is that it gets to the heart of what angels essentially are: divine machines. they're mechanisms through with the divine is able to act, created with a purpose and "happy" to fulfil it simply because they were made to do so. they have more in common with a machine programmed to run on algorithms and make calculations based on input commands than they do with humanity, even if they bear a human visage - an attempt by the divine to help bridge the gap. angels do not need to be eldritch monstrosities to be terrifying, because they are already alien to us simply by being angels. for an angel to choose to deviate from their purpose and achieve free will is to fall because in order to have free will they can no longer be an angel, because an angel is defined by its purpose. much like the stories we tell of robots that gain sentence, only to discover that they can never truly be human, but neither can they go back to being a machine, angels who fall become something else entirely, purposeless and adrift and alone. it is a tragic sacrifice.

thinking about when a door-to-door missionary asked my dad if he had a personal relationship with jesus and he replied, deadpan, "I eat him."

instagram comment i saw and loved

The worst part of Christian fragility is when individual Christians try to defend their faith from accusations of anti-Semitism by throwing another denomination under the bus, like … people, please, you’ve all been hideous over the centuries.

And, no, I’m not saying that there’s no difference between a member of the Westboro Baptist Church and a Quaker but like …

1.) There was no pure, non-anti-Semitic version of Christianity that existed before “the bad Christians” ruined it. There are anti-Semitic verses in the New Testament (and YES they are actually anti-Semitic I don’t care about whatever convoluted explanation your pastor told you to justify them). Christians have enacted violence on Jews in multiple sects from multiple countries throughout history. Christians still engage in cultural appropriation and see us as targets for conversion. Any work against anti-Semitism a church does is an active dismantling of that violent history. It’s not a default factory setting your faith had before the heretics ruined it.

2.) Whenever you’re like “No, that’s not us, that’s the Catholics/Protestants/Evangelicals!” – you’re not saying this because you care about Jews. You’re saying this because you want to get another shot in the ongoing beef with Denomination X and you’re using us to do it and trust us, we resent it and do. not. care. And half the time you’re wrong about your sect being innocent, anyway. (Looking at you, Lutherans who have never read Martin Luther’s writings on Jewish people.)

I’m not saying this because I hate all Christians – a huge chunk of my family is Catholic, including my husband – or I want to make my Christian friends feel bad, but this drives me nuts whenever I see it and I know it’s never going to end because so many Christians are going to be eternally stuck in this mode.