Voici le plus ancien violoncelle du monde, daté du milieu du 16e siècle. Il est l’œuvre du luthier Andrea Amati, de Crémone. Il faisait partie d'un ensemble de 38 instruments à cordes fabriqués pour la cour du roi Charles IX
Les peintures de Claude Monet me donnent toujours envie de passer un moment (long, moyen, court, peu importe) dans le paysage qu’il peint. C’est le pouvoir de son art. Être attiré et vouloir vivre dedans.
È proprio con il caldo che le ninfee di #Boboli hanno raggiunto il massimo splendore.
Crescono nel Giardino della Botanica Superiore, nella vasca progettata da Giuseppe #Parlatore a metà #Ottocento.
Un labirinto d'acqua ispirato all'Aquarium dell'orto botanico di Palermo!
Van Gogh painted this in one of the darkest years of his life, and it might be the most hopeful thing he ever made...
The painting is Almond Blossoms, made by Vincent in 1890. Branches of white blossom open against a clear blue sky, and there is nothing sad in it anywhere, which is remarkable, because of when he painted it.
His brother Theo, the person who had loved and supported him his whole life, had just had a son, and named the boy Vincent, after his struggling uncle. When the news reached Van Gogh, he started painting right away.
He chose almond blossom on purpose. In the south of France the almond is the first tree to flower, sometimes as early as February, breaking into blossom while winter is barely over. It is the tree that announces that life is starting again. For a new baby carrying his own name, Van Gogh painted the most beautiful symbol he knew for new life.
He was, at that very moment, seriously ill. This was the period of his breakdowns in the asylum at Saint-Rémy, and not long after finishing the picture he suffered one of his worst attacks and could not paint for weeks. And yet what he made for his nephew has no shadow in it at all. He gathered whatever strength he had and poured all of it into something joyful, a gift for a child he wanted to welcome into the world.
Theo and his wife hung it above the piano in their home, and it stayed one of the most treasured paintings the family owned. The baby it was painted for, Vincent Willem van Gogh, grew up, kept it safe, and went on to found the museum in Amsterdam that holds most of his uncle's work to this day.
This, to me, is what makes the painting extraordinary: a man at the limits of his strength, who would be gone within months, looked at a new life just beginning and painted hope. He reached past everything that was breaking in him and made, for a baby, a picture that says the same thing the almond tree says every year: winter does not get the last word. Something is starting again…