Cambodian Dancers

 

wpid-wp-1406429707350.jpegAuguste 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

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Amrita

Self Portrait. Amrita Sher Gil

Self Portrait. Amrita Sher Gil


Feathers

Feathers. Francis Picabia. 1921

Feathers. Francis Picabia. 1921


Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

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


When I’m Alone

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.


New Clouds

New Clouds. Nandalal Bose. 1937.

New Clouds. Nandalal Bose. 1937.


Indian Tree

Indian Tree. Howard Hodgkin.  1990-1

Indian Tree. Howard Hodgkin. 1990-1