Posted: July 30, 2014 Filed under: Art, Painting/Drawing | Tags: Auguste Renoir, Cambodia, Cambodian dance, dance, drawing, Khmer, king, King Sisowath, Marseille, Paris, Rodin, watercolours
Auguste Rodin discovered Khmer dance on the occasion of the official visit to France by King Sisowath of Cambodia in 1906.
When Auguste Rodin met the troupe of dancers for the first time it was like a revelation to him. He was struck by the timeless and universal nature of the movements of this dance, which transformed this relatively unknown form of art into a manifestation of the universal principle of the “unity of nature” through time and space.
This encounter came as such a shock to Rodin that he immediately started a first series of drawings. However, the dancers were expected elsewhere, and Rodin therefore dropped everything to follow them to Marseilles, not even taking with him the necessary paper and drawing material. On arrival, he executed a series of studies of movements and female draperies that are considered to be among the leading lights of his art.
Text from Musee Rodin
Posted: July 26, 2014 Filed under: Art, Painting/Drawing | Tags: Amrita Sher Gil, Hungary, India, nude, Self Portrait, woman
Self Portrait. Amrita Sher Gil
Posted: July 23, 2014 Filed under: Art, Painting/Drawing | Tags: 1921, 20s, collage, dada, dadaism, Feathers, francis picabia, French, landscape, Surrealism, trees
Feathers. Francis Picabia. 1921
Posted: July 20, 2014 Filed under: Poetry, Writing | Tags: adventure, fantasy, Gandalf, glitter, gold, J. R. R. Tolkien, Lord of the rings, lost, LOTR, The fellowship of the ring, Tolkien, wander
All That is Gold Does Not Glitter
by J. R. R. Tolkien
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king
Posted: July 18, 2014 Filed under: Art, Poetry, Writing | Tags: age, alone, change, loneliness, Siegfried Sassoon, untitled, youth
By Siegfried Sassoon
When I’m alone’ – the words tripped off his tongue
As though to be alone were nothing strange.
‘When I was young,’ he said; ‘when I was young . . .’
I thought of age, and loneliness, and change.
I thought how strange we grow when we’re alone,
And how unlike the selves that meet, and talk,
And blow the candles out, and say good-night.
Alone . . . The word is life endured and known.
It is the stillness where our spirits walk
And all but inmost faith is overthrown.
Posted: July 13, 2014 Filed under: Art, Painting/Drawing | Tags: 1937, 30s, Bengal School of Art, India, Nandalal Bose, New Clouds, Santiniketan, trees, women
New Clouds. Nandalal Bose. 1937.
Posted: July 10, 2014 Filed under: Art, Painting/Drawing | Tags: 1990, 90s, Howard Hodgkin, India, Indian tree
Indian Tree. Howard Hodgkin. 1990-1
Posted: July 6, 2014 Filed under: Art, Sculpture | Tags: 1969, 60's, Catalan, dada, dadaism, egg, Joan Miró, monsieur et madame, objects, sculpture, spanish, stool, Surrealism
Monsieur et Madame. Joan Miró. 1969
Posted: July 5, 2014 Filed under: Art | Tags: 1927, 20s, bride, embrace, eric gill, groom, love, marriage, The Soul and the Bridegroom, wedding
The Soul and the Bridegroom. Eric Gill. 1927
Posted: July 3, 2014 Filed under: Poetry, Writing | Tags: American, chance, commitment, fate, Lawrence raab, love, marriage, wedding
By Lawrence Raab
Years later they find themselves talking
about chances, moments when their lives
might have swerved off
for the smallest reason.
I hadn’t phoned, he says, that morning?
What if you’d been out,
as you were when I tried three times
the night before?
Then she tells him a secret.
She’d been there all evening, and she knew
he was the one calling, which was why
she hadn’t answered.
Because she felt—
because she was certain—her life would change
if she picked up the phone, said hello,
said, I was just thinking
I was afraid,
she tells him. And in the morning
I also knew it was you, but I just
answered the phone
the way anyone
answers a phone when it starts to ring,
not thinking you have a choice.
Lawrence Raab, “Marriage” from What We Don’t Know About Each Other