"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

Vizi capitali

Un po’ di tempo fa si parlava con qualcuno dei vizi capitali. Ecco, ho trovato la galleria della bravissima artista Marta Dahlig che ha rappresentato graficamente i vizi. Semplicemente sublime.

Avarizia (manca)
Marta Dahlig, "Avarizia"

Invidia (manca)
Marta Dahlig, Envy

Lussuria (celo)
Marta Dahlig, "Lust"

Accidia (celo)
Marta Dahlig, "Sloth"

Vanità (CELO!)
Marta Dahlig, "Vanity"

Gola (celo)
Marta Dahlig, "Gluttony"

Non sono riuscita a trovare l’ira (comunque ho anche quella)


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