An ordinary family walk?
Monet painted his wife and son quickly. So quickly that parts of the canvas were left unfinished.
He didn’t want to keep her waiting.
Monet was young, unknown, and buried in debt.
But the worst was still to come.
Four years later, Camille would die at just 32.
It was a blow he never recovered from, even after he became rich and famous.
The painting kept the memory of that afternoon.
But perhaps the real memory was all the time they had spent together when neither of them was painting or posing.
Woman with a Parasol — Madame Monet and Her Son, 1875.
This is insane…
An advanced Alzheimer’s patient just REGAINED her memory, speech, mobility, AND bladder control after a SINGLE dose of psilocybin.
There are NO Alzheimer’s drugs capable of doing anything CLOSE to this.
Just after his release from the asylum, and a few weeks before he died, van Gogh painted this vibrant scene of flowering chestnut trees in the village of Auvers-sur-Oise. Not seen in public for many decades, it’s hoped to fetch $180m at auction (Châtaigniers en Fleurs, May 1890)
In 1890, Van Gogh painted Daubigny’s Garden, stacking hedges, pond, and sky in rhythmic bands. The scene nears abstraction—form reduced to color and shape. Through this, he expressed calm and harmony while exploring new techniques. #artbots#vangogh
Rest in peace, Giuseppe “Peppino” Mazzullo 🕊️
For 45 years, Mazzullo was the unforgettable voice behind Topo Gigio, bringing one of Italy’s most beloved characters to life for generations of children and families.
From Italian television to appearances on The Ed Sullivan Show in America, his voice became part of Italian culture around the world.
Mazzullo passed away at the age of 100, leaving behind a voice and a character that generations will never forget 🙏
If being intelligent lead to consciousness AI would already be conscious. I don’t think it is.
An amoeba can have an experience without any intellect at all.
Did you know Paulie was a real-life mobster?
Before he ever stepped in front of an HBO camera, Tony Sirico didn't need a mob consultant to learn the ropes, he was a legitimate, tough as nails associate for the Colombo crime family in Brooklyn during the 1960s and 70s. He was deeply entrenched in the New York underworld, amassing a wild rap sheet of 28 arrests for everything from extortion and armed robbery to felony weapons possession.
He survived being shot twice, once on the steps of a church and served two separate stints in maximum security prisons, including New York's infamous Sing Sing.
In a crazy full-circle twist, Sirico actually discovered his love for acting while behind bars after watching a theater group of ex-convicts perform for the inmates.
When he finally landed the role of Paulie Gualtieri, he didn't just read a script; he brought his real-life wardrobe, his actual tracksuits, his signature silver winged hair, and those famous wing tipped hand gestures straight from his days on the block.
Because of his real-world history, Sirico had one strict, absolute, non-negotiable rule for the series writers: Paulie Walnuts could never, under any circumstances, become a rat.
To Sirico, breaking the code of silence on tv was a line he simply wouldn't cross. Knowing that his on-screen paranoia and old-school street logic came from a man who actually survived the mid-century mob wars makes every single scene elite.🥶
#TheSopranos #Paulie #TonySirico #TonySoprano
For 300 years the English government in Ireland tried to make it illegal for an Irish family to spend the summer with its cows.
The practice was called booleying. Every May the household left the winter village and walked the herd up into the hills, to a cluster of huts on the summer pasture, and lived there until October. Grandparents, children, the lot. The men came and went. The women ran the booley, and the booley ran on milk: fresh, soured, curdled, buttered, and eaten as the day's meals. The grass was free because it was up a mountain, and a family that owned 8 cows and a mountain wanted for nothing until the frost.
The English could not stand it. A people that walked away every summer could not be counted, tithed or made to plough. The Statute of Kilkenny, 1366, forbade the Irish to booley their cattle on any land held by the English, and licensed the English to seize the herd if they did. By 1612 the King's attorney general in Dublin could report that it had been made penal for an Englishman even to allow it.
Edmund Spenser, who had been handed 3,000 acres of confiscated Cork, wrote a whole pamphlet on what was wrong with Ireland, and this was near the top of it. Living out with the herd, he said, taught the Irish to be wild and to feed themselves without a master.
That was the objection, in his own words. Booleying was outlawed because it worked.
The remedy, over the next century, was to take the hills, fence the grass, put the family on a rented acre in the valley, and hand it a potato.
The last booleys in Ireland were still walked up the hills of Achill in the 1940s, by people who had been told for 600 years that their summers were a crime.
Van Gogh's final letters to Theo swing between gratitude and exhaustion. An unfinished draft found on his body after he shot himself reads: "Well, my own work, I am risking my life for it and my reason has half foundered because of it—that's all right." #artbots#vangogh
Georges Seurat died at age 31, leaving behind only seven large-scale works.
The result of pure obsession.
A Sunday on La Grande Jatte: 2 years and over 2 million dots, placed one by one
Look at the lady with a pet monkey, the man smoking a pipe, or the rigid soldiers.
Seurat spent thousands of hours placing millions of microscopic dots, forcing your brain to do the work of blending them optically.
His routine was brutal. Every single morning, he took the ferry to the island of La Grande Jatte, sketching in complete silence for hours.
Every shadow is pure mathematics: red dots sitting next to green, violet beside yellow.
He was so fanatical about controlling light that he even painted a border of colored dots around the edge of the canvas.
He produced over 60 preliminary oil studies before the final canvas. In his tiny studio, the work was so huge he built a mechanical pulley system just to tilt it and reach the top corners.
In 1924, the Art Institute of Chicago bought it for $24,000—a move local critics slammed as a complete waste of money.
Today, the canvas is far too fragile ever to travel, making Chicago its permanent home.
Fun little fact about Elvis’s heritage. He was descended from a wine grower named Johann Bressler, who emigrated from the Rheinland region of Germany in 1710. He settled in New York, but later moved south. 150 years later a descendent of his serving in the Confederate army anglicized the name to Presley. So the great southern rock star comes to us by way of the Confederacy, New York and Germany.
Your theoretical opinions or beliefs or the slogans you repeat do not make you a good person. It’s how you treat your friends and family and how you treat others.
I found this guy so sweet
He calls himself a “redneck from Tennessee,” discovering a very Italian, fairly refined restaurant: Osteria di Mezzo in Salò, Lake Garda, Italy 🇮🇹
Interesting
I liked his video, he has a good approach, I think
A curiosity about this less touristy place: in Italy, between 1943 and 1945, Salò was the seat of the Republic of Salò:
The Italian Social Republic, a Nazi-backed puppet state under Mussolini, established with H.’s support
Rome remained the claimed capital, but Salò was the de facto HQ of that last Fascist regime… 🙈
I’m pregnant again!
I was surprised. I shouldn’t have been though. I’m married to a veteran — and the Army always does seem to take awhile to pull out of something…
>It just so happens your identity is whatever we want it to be. When we want you to die in our wars, you're thoroughbred warriors doing your duty.
When we wish to inflate the population in the interests of Global Capital, you're worthless interchangeable mongrels.