i'm a college graduate and read a lot of stuff by old dead white dudes. i really like sheep and deer and pretty things, so you'll likely see much of that here. i reblog mostly art and photos, with the occasional fandom thing here and there for good measure. i love music and book recommendations and good conversation.
To be honest, dear reader, there are many things about August Friedrich Albrecht Schenck’s circa 1878 Anguish that I find a little bit tedious.
It’s not exactly groundbreaking to anthropomorphize animals into some sort of vague allegory of motherly bravery in an uncaring world—and the low-angle view of an unforgiving winter landscape tips the composition into the realm of melodrama.
There is one touch, though, that I consider worth pointing out—the means by which Schenck conveys the lead-up to the scene: the snow.
A flat wedge of snow beneath one of the lamb’s front legs records its death throes, while the foot-printed paths around the edges show where the crows have circled—judging by the quantity of prints, for some time.