Veduta
A veduta (Italian for "view"; plural vedute) is a highly detailed, usually large-scale painting or, actually more often print, of a cityscape or some other vista. The painters of vedute are referred to as vedutisti.
Origins
This genre of landscape originated in Flanders, where artists such as Paul Bril painted vedute as early as the 16th century. In the 17th century Dutch painters made a specialty of detailed and accurate recognizable city and landscapes that appealed to the sense of local pride of the wealthy Dutch middle class. An archetypal example is Johannes Vermeer's View of Delft. The Ghent architect, draughtsman and engraver Lieven Cruyl (1640-1720) contributed to the development of the vedute during his residence in Rome in the late 17th century. Cruyl’s drawings reproduce the topographical aspects of the urban landscape.
18th Century
As the itinerary of the Grand Tour became somewhat standardized, vedute of familiar scenes like the Roman Forum or the Grand Canal recalled early ventures to the Continent for aristocratic Englishmen. By the mid-18th century, Venice became renowned as the centre of the vedutisti. The genre's greatest practitioners belonged to the Canal and Guardi families of Venice. Some of them went to work as painters in major capitals of Europe, e.g., Canaletto in London and his nephew Bernardo Bellotto in Dresden and Warsaw.
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Solar Lights
by: FadeoutNeed to gather all the pieces and to center my thoughts
Visualize you close to me
Cos you know baby I can't see you through a dark night
Such a fine line that you walk
Rain keeps pouring acid on my skin
And my soul turns into metal
She has turned this bed into a tomb
And brought death right through to me
I have stayed in your solar lights
Stayed so long that I'm too blind
Way too blind to see myself
Way too weak that I could tell
I have never felt a rain like this before
Never thought that I could drown in you
Stayed too long in your solar lights
Such a beautiful shade in a beautiful lie
All the city lights and answers in the halos they form
Such a sad sad sight to see
I have seen her in a portrait of a dark light
Such a fine line that she walks
I have shattered pages but remembered
Thanks to her I'm made of metal
She has took this soul for a ride
But it's way too late for me
Drops of pain rain down
Don't let me drown
I have stayed in your solar lights
Stayed so long that I'm too blind
Way too blind to see myself
Way too weak that I could tell
I have never felt a rain like this before
Never thought that I could drown in you
Stayed too long in your solar lights
Such a beautiful shade in a beautiful
Why don't you kill me?
Take a little more
Why don't you scream when I drown in you?
(Oh God I've) stayed too long in your solar lights