Showing posts with label angels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label angels. Show all posts

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Wilhelm Laage (1868-1930) ...Final, woodcut 1899

The woodcut with its dark masses, with its "face" striving out of chaos to the light, simple, simple and yet immensely strong in the language, I needed, and jubilantly I clung to him as he said to me: "Take Me, I will help you to express what is raging and roaring within you. " Like a demon, he always stood before me and drove me to restless work. Soon I realized its value for my art. WL 1917

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Of angels...

Anne Wagner 1795-1834.

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die,
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.

Shelly, The Daemon of the World, I.1.1