philamuseum:

Marc Chagall, who was born on this day in 1887, was best known for his dreamlike and folk art-inspired paintings. Shortly after marrying Bella Rosenfeld in July 1915, Chagall embarked on a series of wedding portraits that continued until his wife’s premature death in 1944. “In the Night” depicts the newlyweds embracing in a nocturnal scene of Vitebsk. Chagall’s depiction of his hometown also includes a whimsical floating cow, barely outlined in the black night sky, and a hanging lamp. The conflation of these interior and exterior elements allows the couple to inhabit their own world, where their experience of each other brings back their shared memories of their years together.

“In the Night,” 1943, by Marc Chagall © Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York / ADAGP, Paris 

heavymetalmedia:

Happy 70th birthday to John Byrne. If you read superhero comics in the late ‘70s and ‘80s, Byrne was everywhere — X-Men, Fantastic Four, Alpha Flight, The Hulk, Superman, She-Hulk, Namor. As writer/artist Byrne was never afraid to kill off, change or replace a beloved character, which didn’t always please readers, but he kept it interesting and created some of the great story arcs in the stagnation-prone superhero genre. (Chris Claremont should be mentioned as Byrne’s X-Men scripter and Terry Austin as Byrne’s classic inker.) Here’s a full-page image of the title character from “The Last Galactus Story,” Byrne’s serial that ran in Epic Illustrated in the mid-‘80s. Epic folded before the story’s conclusion, and it remains unfinished.
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humansofnewyork:

“Tracey did all the things a big sister would do. She always called me ‘Nut.’ She helped me wash my hands, and brush my teeth. We rode bikes and played in the sandbox. Maybe our parents didn’t punish her as much. But other than that, nothing seemed different. I didn’t have a clue. Then one day a boy in our neighborhood called her ‘a retard.’ I remember running home and asking my dad what that meant. He stared at me for a moment, like he didn’t know where to start. And from that day on life was different. It’s not right to say that we weren’t equal anymore. But I went from innocent and not knowing, to feeling like I needed to protect her. Whenever I got invited to slumber parties, she didn’t. Unless I insisted. And she wasn’t invited to prom, but we got her a dress and brought her anyway. When Tracey got out of school at 21, there wasn’t much else for her to do. We didn’t have many programs in our town. So she stayed at home with Mom and Dad while I moved on with my life. Big changes were hard for her. She’d always say, ‘Why does God make us different? It’s not fair, Nut.’ She cried when I went to college. And I think my wedding was hard for her, even though she was the maid of honor. It’s not jealousy. It’s just that she wants to live a normal life too. When I had my two children, I was thrilled to watch her become their best friend, the same way she’d been mine. I always say that we raised them together. She loved my children more fiercely than a mama ever could. But once again, I watched them outgrow her and graduate through life. But Tracey taught them things I never could. My children never blink when people are different. She’s taught us all so much. She just loves everyone. And she rolls with things better than we give her credit for sometimes. Dad passed away in 2018. It was hard on all of us, but I know it was especially tough on her. I watched her during the entire funeral. She was greeting everyone and shaking their hands. And I remember thinking: ‘Wow, this must be so much for her.’ When the last person had left, I walked over and put my arm around her. And told her how proud I was. She just gave me a hug, and said: ‘Love you Nut.’”