#personificationofdeath

𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕝 ℙ𝕒𝕡𝕒 𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕛𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕠 𝕍𝕀𝕀 (1655- 1667), obra de 𝗚𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘇𝗼 𝗕𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗶 y asistentes de 1678. El monumento escultórico está ubicado en el crucero sur de la Basílica de San Pedro en la Ciudad del Vaticano. La pieza fue encargada por el mismo Papa Alejandro VII. Sin embargo, la construcción del monumento no comenzó hasta 1671 y se completó en 1678, once años después de la muerte del Papa. A la edad de 81 años, esta sería la última gran obra escultórica de Bernini antes de su muerte en 1680. Hay seis figuras significativas en el monumento. En el ápice está el Papa Alejandro VII arrodillado en oración. Debajo de él hay cuatro estatuas femeninas que representan las virtudes practicadas por el Pontífice. En primer plano está Caridad con un niño en brazos. A la derecha de esta está la Verdad, cuyo pie descansa sobre un globo. Más precisamente, su pie se coloca directamente sobre Inglaterra, donde el Papa Alejandro se había esforzado por dominar el crecimiento del anglicanismo. En el segundo nivel están la Prudencia y la Justicia. Estas estatuas fueron talladas en mármol blanco. Más dramáticamente, debajo de Alejandro, la figura de la Muerte está representada en bronce dorado, envuelta en un ondulante ropaje de jaspe siciliano. Levanta un reloj de arena para simbolizar que el tiempo ha pasado. El reloj de arena es también un símbolo artístico del "memento mori" (recuerda que morirás). ✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤ #alexandervii #baroquestatue #bernini #baroque #popealexandervii #barocco #marblesculpture #baroqueart #italianbaroque #gianlorenzobernini #baroquesculpture #personificationofdeath #baroquearchitecture #vatican #romanbaroque #cittadelvaticano #vaticancity #basilicadisanpietro #vaticano #roma #catholic #italia #catholicchurch #sculpture #catholicism #chusayinka #art #arthistory #storiadellarte #italianart (en Basilica Di San Pietro,Vaticano) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmyGWt5M7Y5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

My good luck #pendant #thegrimreaper I've had this for years, recently dug it out and polished a bit with some metal polish #personificationofdeath #necklace

Drawing. I’m loving this video feature. . . #deathoftheendless #sandman #personificationofdeath

It’s bright outside. Spring in Truffula Valley. Everything seems perfect. The humming fish and barbaloots are playing freely, enjoying their carefree life. And you’re there. Enjoying the early afternoon with them. Your lover. Your pale, calloused hands are tangled in their hair as you keep them close to you. Their arms are wrapped around your neck, keeping you close as well. You’re in love, the valley is safe, the body you fear is not yours anymore. Your free of it. You’re you again. Your vest, hat and shoes lay discarded some short distance away along with their over shirt and scarf. Everything’s perfect. Your lover starts to squirm under you, begging you to release them. The fear in their voice penetrates your thoughts but you can’t seem to control your actions. Your sharpening teeth graze their lips and the green slime slowly starts to seep into their mouth. They cry out, begging for you to let them go, to not hurt them. You don’t listen. Your body begins to change, rather painfully, and your clawed hands grip their back. Your lover screams in pain but you do what you can to stifle it with your bloody kiss. Your eyes turn a bright, glowing red as you start to smirk. Slipping your tongue out again, you decided to shut them up for good. It slides out of their mouth and around their neck, your claws gripping their wrists above them too tightly. The shining valley is no more. You’re both practically laying in your own filfth but you don’t care anymore. SHUT UP ALREADY! Your tongue tightens its hold around their neck, cutting off what little air they were still able to get and crushing their windpipe. You grin menacingly at them as they stare back, still wide eyed and trying to fight. After a moment of this, they finally stop. Their head lulls to the side and they twitched a little. Dead. It hurt to see your lover laying like that but only a little. They should have stopped screaming. You slowly stand and head back into your factory. A window near the door gives you a glimpse of what you’ve become. A monster. Destroying everything you loved and more. You didn’t need anyone anyways. They were all just toys. Toys that should be used like slaves or worse. Idiots. All of them. A low chuckle escapes your lips an your body is wracked with the dry cackles. It hurt. The shaking made you feel even more destructive. You wanted to kill again. And again for the hell of it. Why not? You’re a monster. A beast. A killer. Time to start acting like it. Kill everyone that came. Never let anyone close to him again. Kill…? Kill. KILL THEM BEFORE THEY KILL YOU! Slipping your gloves on, you disappear back into the factory, grinning evilly. A pair of doorsteps follow behind you. A few of them actually. Your friends coming to plead with you. With a snarl, you whirl around, slicing their necks open with your claws. ————————————————————————— Dark blinked and jolted awake. Terrible. Never again. He hated them. Always the same dream and never a release. If he could cry he would have. He just wanted to be free again. Freedom of any kind.

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