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shakypigment:

George Edward Robertson, L’oracle
0rient-express:

The stars above us | by Nikola Totuhov | Website.
hellenic-macedonia:

Eyridike’s Grave, Vargina, Macedonia (Greece)

(Source: domus-aurea2, via antonio-m)

victoriousvocabulary:

VERITAS AEQUITAS
[phrase]
Latin: “truth is justice”.
[Bryan Larsen - Justice]
ancientart:

A quick look at: Germanicus, a prominent Roman general of the early Empire, and the grandson-in-law of Augustus Caesar.
"Germanicus, too, that he might be the better known, took his helmet off his head and begged his men to follow up the slaughter, as they wanted not prisoners, and the utter destruction of the nation would be the only conclusion of the war. And now, late in the day, he withdrew one of his legions from the field, to intrench a camp, while the rest till nightfall glutted themselves with the enemy’s blood. Our cavalry fought with indecisive success." -Tacitus, Annals (2.26), via The Internet Classics Archive.
Germanicus Julius Caesar (15 BC-AD 19), usually just referred to as Germanicus, was a member of the Julio-Claudian dynasty and the nephew and adopted son of Tiberius. He commanded 8 Roman legions on the Rhine frontier with distinction. He appears to have gained affection among the Roman people; Suetonius in Life of Caligula III describes his “…unexampled kindliness, and a remarkable desire and capacity for winning men’s regard and inspiring their affection." He died aged 33 on October 9 of AD 19, it was a suspected poisoning. 
Great honours were granted to Germanicus after his death and he was elevated to a god-like status:

[…] Five voting centuries were to be named after him; a curule chair was to be kept in the temple of the new god, the temples were to be closed on the day that Germanicus’ ashes were interred and sacrifices were to be made on that day each year at his tomb.
[…] In public, all due honours were granted to Germanicus. The only oddity was that Tiberius and his mother did not attend the internment. Some bad feeling may have been read into this by Germanicus’ supporters, but this would seem to be an over-reaction.
-Richard Alston in Aspects of Roman History AD 14–117, page 28.

Sculpture courtesy of & currently located at the Louvre, France. Photo taken by Jastrow. The sculpture dates to circa 40 AD, Accession number: Ma 1238.

women-of-the-antiquity:

Terracota figurines, three women kneading dough (ca 5th century B.C)

Some really industrious bakers right over there.

(Source: athens-archaeological-museum, via romegreeceart)

apuleiaprimilla:

Terracotta oil lamp decorated on the discus with a winged Victory holding a shield, inscribed with a New Year’s wish for happiness: Annu(m) / Nov(u)m Fau/stum Fel/icem mi/hi, “I (wish) for a happy and prosperous new year”.Around her are representations of things that were usually given as gifts to celebrate the New Year—money (in the form of three by-then old coins, showing a Janus-head of Republican type, a Victory and clasping hands around a caduceus) and dried fruit (dates and figs).
These lamps represent a reification of a social practice that is also well attested in literary and documentary sources. The most explicit description and explanation of this custom is found in book I of Ovid’s fasti. This poem follows the traditional Roman calendar and so begins with the Kalends of January.  The poet is visited by the god Janus and takes this opportunity to inquire as to the meaning of the customs of the holiday:
I followed his final words with my own:‘What do the gifts of dates and dried figs mean’,I said, ‘And the honey glistening in a snow-white jar?’‘For the omen,’ he said, ‘so that events match the savour,So the course of the year might be sweet as its start.’‘I see why sweet things are given. Explain the reasonFor gifts of money, so I mistake no part of your festival.’He laughed and said: ‘How little you know of your age,If you think that honey’s sweeter to it than gold!I’ve hardly seen anyone, even in Saturn’s reign,Who in his heart didn’t find money sweet.Love of it grew with time, and is now at its height,Since it would be hard put to increase much further.Wealth is valued more highly now, than in those timesWhen people were poor, and Rome was new,When a small hut held Romulus, son of Mars,And reeds from the river made a scanty bed.Jupiter complete could barely stand in his low shrine,And the lightning bolt in his right hand was of clay.They decorated the Capitol with leaves, not gems,And the senators grazed their sheep themselves.There was no shame in taking one’s rest on straw,And pillowing one’s head on the cut hay.Cincinnatus left the plough to judge the people,And the slightest use of silver plate was forbidden.But ever since Fortune, here, has raised her head,And Rome has brushed the heavens with her brow,Wealth has increased, and the frantic lust for riches,So that those who possess the most seek for more.They seek to spend, compete to acquire what’s spent,And so their alternating vices are nourished.Like one whose belly is swollen with dropsyThe more they drink, they thirstier they become.Wealth is the value now: riches bring honours,Friendship too: everywhere the poor are hidden.And you still ask me if gold’s useful in augury,And why old money’s a delight in our hands?Once men gave bronze, now gold grants better omens,Old money, conquered, gives way to the new.We too delight in golden temples, however muchWe approve the antique: such splendour suits a god.We praise the past, but experience our own times:Yet both are ways worthy of being cultivated.’
Ovidio, Fasti, I, 184-226. [x]50 - 100 AD
The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

timmhoffstudio:

I was in Omaha last week, while my wife had a conference, I was lucky enough to meet up with my art partner in crime and see the “Poseidon and the Sea - Myth, Cult, and Daily Life” show at the Joslyn Art Museum in Omaha. It features a mindblowing 14 foot, 200 pound, bronze trident and many great examples of red and black figure ware ceramic pieces along with a lot of other pieces from around 2000 years ago. Get there if you have a chance.

(via byronofrochdale)

chrestomatheia:

Charles Amable Lenoir (1860-1926), Love’s whisper.