Vincent van Gogh - A Pair of Shoes (1886-8)
The first piece of the series was “painted from a pair of boots Van Gogh purchased at a flea market. He wore the boots on an extended rainy walk to create the effect he wanted, which may have been a tribute to the working man. The Van Gogh Museum speculates that they may also be symbolic for Van Gogh of his difficult passage through life.
Of his walking through mud to make the shoes look more worn and dirty, Van Gogh was known to say ‘Dirty shoes and roses can both be good in the same way.’”
His shoes are a secret favourite of mine. I love inanimate objects that reflect a life.
I can’t express enough my love for this.
OMG i couldn’t figure out why Eugene was hiding and then it hit me.
at first i thought he was hogging a chicken leg all to himself and i thought
"me too eugene, me too"
but then i realized it was only olaf’s nose
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Hands down my favorite scene. Possibly of the entire series. John’s face. Sherlock’s face. Done.
Setting sex or the lack thereof aside for a moment, no one will ever convince me that this moment isn’t two people falling completely in love with one another. They both look so amazed, like they can’t quite believe what they’re seeing. Is this person real? How, after a whole lifetime of people who are not Sherlock and not John, can they suddenly exist?
And the way each one of them responds is just perfect. John laughs, genuinely, the tension completely gone from around his eyes and forehead for the first time since he came back to London.
Sherlock laughs too but then he bites his lip, hesitates for a moment, because this is something new, because friends aren’t his area and he hasn’t asked someone to spend time with him for the simple sake of spending time together, no ulterior motive, no strategy, just wanting to be together, in the most straightforward, literal, sense of the phrase, since probably before adolescence.
And while their smiles and expressions quieten, they keep the same openness, so that when each turns to glance at the other, observing, making sure he’s still there, marveling, maybe, they don’t look away or get embarrassed the way you do when someone catches you staring. Because for some reason these two men with trust issues, who always, always protect themselves, have decided to put their faith in one another. Instead they lock eyes for a moment of agreement and understanding before looking forward and going along their way, completely assured of, and by, the other’s continued presence.
I fully believe that Sherlock and John are soul mates. Whether their relationship is platonic, romantic, or sexual is irrelevant. They’re two people who complete each other, and are just meant to be together.
This summarises all my feelings about Holmes and Watson far better than I could phrase it.