No wonder you think of The Last Supper when you see this picture, for Rembrandt has painted a secular altarpiece. Mysterious, dangerous, joyously profane.
Last month, he danced nonstop at a youth festival in Seoul while young people called his name. Life begins in your 70s, Ji said. Let's be happy and have fun.
Like monkeys or small children turned loose among treasured objects whose value is beyond their comprehension, they ran wild — either from perverse pleasure in destruction or simply because of their ignorance.
His figure was a little ungainly, as in the days when my knuckles had taken such liberties with it, but it looked as if it would always be light and young.
Dearer that little country house, Inland with pines beside it; Some peach trees, with unfruitful boughs, A well, with weeds to hide it: No flowers, or only such as rise Self-sown-poor things! -which all despise.