The comparison between this painting, an example of genuine White art, and the ugly, poisonous garbage foisted upon us by the jew could not be more stark. This uplifts the White soul while the jewish trash causes spiritual damage, as it is intended to do. Whites, staggering through the jewish cultual desert, thirst for art like this.
And what infuriates me the most is that the painter of In the Days of Sappho had to commit suicide because his family never understood him.
On the other hand, thanks to Jewish money—as you can see in Kevin Mac’s most recent piece—, Mark Rothko has sold the above rubbish for 87 million!
This is all the fault of Nordic man for not obfuscating Jews.
Godward is pretty to look at, but it is a bit overdone to the point of being a bit unintentionally funny and generally a bit too much of a decoration style with no dimension beyond. He always has these decorative women who just sit and stand and stare in “greek” white marble dreamscapes and don’t express much else. Alma-Tadema has at least some more ideas and is more ambitious, but he suffers from similar limitations. Waterhouse, Millais, Rossetti in comparison are far deeper and superior… just compare this to the famous “Lady of Shalott” f.e. French academics like Bouguerau and Gérome who work with similar subjects might be as limited and superficial, but their paintings are so deliciously made that it doesn’t matter. I’d still prefer any minor, now-ridiculed 19th century romanticist like Godward to abstract empty bores like Rothkos, at least these give pleasure and stimulation.
It’s true what you say. But these days I tried to upload images purporting to represent an idealized vision of Ancient Greece, the cradle of the West, and the Lady of Shalott is beyond this context. (Next week I’ll choose something altogether different.)
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The comparison between this painting, an example of genuine White art, and the ugly, poisonous garbage foisted upon us by the jew could not be more stark. This uplifts the White soul while the jewish trash causes spiritual damage, as it is intended to do. Whites, staggering through the jewish cultual desert, thirst for art like this.
And what infuriates me the most is that the painter of In the Days of Sappho had to commit suicide because his family never understood him.
On the other hand, thanks to Jewish money—as you can see in Kevin Mac’s most recent piece—, Mark Rothko has sold the above rubbish for 87 million!
This is all the fault of Nordic man for not obfuscating Jews.
Godward is pretty to look at, but it is a bit overdone to the point of being a bit unintentionally funny and generally a bit too much of a decoration style with no dimension beyond. He always has these decorative women who just sit and stand and stare in “greek” white marble dreamscapes and don’t express much else. Alma-Tadema has at least some more ideas and is more ambitious, but he suffers from similar limitations. Waterhouse, Millais, Rossetti in comparison are far deeper and superior… just compare this to the famous “Lady of Shalott” f.e. French academics like Bouguerau and Gérome who work with similar subjects might be as limited and superficial, but their paintings are so deliciously made that it doesn’t matter. I’d still prefer any minor, now-ridiculed 19th century romanticist like Godward to abstract empty bores like Rothkos, at least these give pleasure and stimulation.
It’s true what you say. But these days I tried to upload images purporting to represent an idealized vision of Ancient Greece, the cradle of the West, and the Lady of Shalott is beyond this context. (Next week I’ll choose something altogether different.)
Stunning, Simply stunning.