1939 marked the start of the Second World War in Europe with the invasion of Poland by Nazi Germany. Many soldiers and other participants would leave their loved ones and hometowns to fight at the front all over the world, including throughout the British Empire. These lyrics reflect a spirit of optimism that this departure would only be temporary, and that one day, after the war ended, they would be able to indeed “meet again”

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free
Only ten feet away my dear only ten feet away
Walked through a wood saw the birds in the trees
They had no politicians and sang at their ease
They weren't the human race my dear they weren't the human race
Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors
A thousand windows and a thousand doors
Not one of them was ours my dear not one of them was ours
Stood on a great plain in the falling snow
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro
Looking for you and me my dear looking for you and me

W.H. Auden

You are forgotten as if you never existed
Forgotten like a bird's demise
Like an abandoned church, you're forgotten
Like a transitory relationship
Like a rose in the sky
Forever forgotten

-محمود درویش

I hope you guys are okay

Interior of a Kitchen by Martin Drolling(1815)
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Martin Drolling’s Interior of a Kitchen is believed to have been painted using quite a lot of a pigment called “Mummy Brown.” As strange as it sounds, this paint was actually made by grinding up real mummified bodies and mixing the powder with things like myrrh and white pitch (a kind of tree resin).
It was pretty popular from the 1700s to the mid-1800s, but people eventually stopped using it, partly because they were literally running out of mummies, and partly because, well, it wasn’t great paint.
Since it came from preserved corpses, it contained stuff like fats and ammonia, which made it unstable. The paint would often crack over time and could even mess with the other colours on the canvas.

Victorians were so weird about this whole Mummy thing
The reason why we have so little mummified bodies now is because Victorians ate most of them

از شدت بی خوابی گریه‌ام گرفته

"The Four Strings of the Violin" by Edward Okun (1914)
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Here we see a kind of funeral where a violin rests, surrounded by chrysanthemums. Four women process to bid farewell to the musical instrument mourning its "death." It's a strange almost dreamlike scene.
However if we look at the noscript "The Four Strings of the Violin" the symbolism is clear: each of these women represents one of the instrument's four strings.
From left to right, the woman with a solemn face who bows deeply with a more open mouth represents G (Sol), the lowest string of the violin. D (Re) and A (La) are the middle strings, the first is elegant with fine features while the second with her dark hair glances at the instrument sideways and is not as serious. These three women utter sounds with their mouths that recall their respective notes.
Finally, on the right, the highest note, E (Mi), does not sing. She appears the most mysterious. She has darker hair and stares intently at the instrument.

برای همه معرفی نقاشی هایی که گذاشتم هشتک زدم راحت پیداشون کنید(هیچ کس نمیبینه و اهمیت نمیده)