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minus-squareno banana@lemmy.worldOPlinkfedilinkarrow-up26·1 year agoGiuseppe Molteni - Mother Mourning the Death of her Child (1845)
minus-squareleisesprecher@feddit.orglinkfedilinkarrow-up29·1 year agoMaybe I’m too autistic to read her, but that woman is not mourning looking.
minus-squareno banana@lemmy.worldOPlinkfedilinkarrow-up20·1 year agoWhile grief can come in many different forms, I do agree. She looks more… Annoyed?
minus-squareFargeol@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up24·1 year ago“Ugggh, that’s the third one this year!”
minus-squareno banana@lemmy.worldOPlinkfedilinkarrow-up11·1 year agoUgh, more womb business next fiscal year 🙄
minus-squarejaybone@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up8·1 year ago“Ok dad. Hire another guy to paint a portrait.” 🙄
minus-square🅷🆈🅿🆄🆁🆁🅻🅸🅽🅺@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up17·1 year agohere’s a contemporary reproduction/homage: 🙄
Giuseppe Molteni - Mother Mourning the Death of her Child (1845)
Maybe I’m too autistic to read her, but that woman is not mourning looking.
While grief can come in many different forms, I do agree. She looks more… Annoyed?
“Ugggh, that’s the third one this year!”
Ugh, more womb business next fiscal year 🙄
“Ok dad. Hire another guy to paint a portrait.” 🙄
here’s a contemporary reproduction/homage:
🙄
Ugh, another one?