Showing posts with label paintings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paintings. Show all posts

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Hokeah, Jack (1902-1969) ... paintings



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Buffalo Dance 1929


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War Dancer 1929



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Greeting of Thee Moon God 1929



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Chasing  Evil Spirits 1929

more Jack Hokeah at Kiowa Indian Art  in the C Szwedzicki Collection



Thursday, October 6, 2011

John Caple...Paintings...





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Horseman


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Night Journey


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Silent Supper

All paintings courtesy of the John Martin Gallery, London.

more here John Caple



Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Gerrit van Honthorst.... Saint Sebastian... c1623



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The Love Song of St. Sebastian

T. S. Eliot

I would come in a shirt of hair
I would come with a lamp in the night
And sit at the foot of your stair;
I would flog myself until I bled,
And after hour on hour of prayer
And torture and delight
Until my blood should ring the lamp
And glisten in the light;
I should arise your neophyte
And then put out the light
To follow where you lead,
To follow where your feet are white
In the darkness toward your bed
And where your gown is white
And against your gown your braided hair.
Then you would take me in
Because I was hideous in your sight
You would take me in without shame
Because I should be dead
And when the morning came
Between your breasts should lie my head.
I would come with a towel in my hand
And bend your head beneath my knees;
Your earls curl back in a certain way
Like no one’s else in all the world.
When all the world shall melt in the sun,
Melt or freeze,
I shall remember how your ears were curled.
I should for a moment linger
And follow the curve with my finger
And your head beneath my knees---
I think that at last you would understand.
There would be nothing more to say.
You would love me because I should have strangled you
And because of my infamy;
And I should love you the more because I mangled you
And because you were no longer beautiful
To anyone but me.

1914




Friday, August 19, 2011

Annie Bandez a.k.a Little Annie.... Paintings...



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Viral Christ 2005
Watercolor / Acrylic / Ink on Arches acid free paper



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Christmas Held Up By The Angels Water, 2010
Watercolor / Acrylic / Gold leaf / Swarovski Crystal on Canvas 


more works  here > Little Annie Artwork







Monday, August 15, 2011

Denis Forkas Kostromitin... Graphic works and paintings...





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"Study for Victory", pastels on paper, 42x30cm, 2011



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"Six-Winged Seraph" vignette, graphite on paper, 16x12cm, 2009





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"Sleeping Princess", colour ink on paper, 42x30cm, 2011




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*many thanks to Denis for sending the Cabinet this previously unseen work awating publishing

"Transgression Studies, I: Awakening" 2009


more wonders here > denisforkas.com




Saturday, August 13, 2011

Angela Edwards... painting..



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images taken from a large 10m canvas piece


The journeys of abstracted forms evoked after ritual in the dreamlandscapes offer also a form of spirit to man or woman TRUE initiation through image channeling of the Qliphoth relearns in being a gift from the initiator the spirits to humbled man or woman allowing us the knowledge to enlightened full being .
In this we are shown a place of nightmares that we are initiated not to fear,in that fearlessness is a main key to all true practice, we are taught to embrace darkness aswell as light and all have validity in our journey through spiritual communication, full enlightenment transgression to our full higher self embracing all our POTENTIAL.
So in this one of the main aspects of initiation becomes none human and becomes the relation of the mappings of Qlipoth spiritual universe through the subconscious uncontrolled aspects of images evocated through dreams. Angela Edwards


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more > HERE









Monday, February 22, 2010

Francesco Clemente...The light is behind the paint









"To me the poets are closer than I am to the idea of voice, to a sort of primeval song that we all participate in. Maybe they express more directly a sense of sympathy for other human beings. Painting is a little bit more of a retreat from human beings in real life; painting is more about the extreme moments when speech doesn't help anymore." FC



Photo Jeannette Montgomery Barron



Sunday, January 31, 2010

Agostino Carracci... Satyr



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The Satyr Mason 1578


I make leaf-circlets
and a crown of honey-flowers
for thy throat;
where the amber petals
drip to ivory,
I cut and slip
each stiffened petal
in the rift
of carven petal:
honey horn
has wed the bright
virgin petal of the white
flower cluster: lip to lip
let them whisper,
let them lilt, quivering:

Most holy Satyr,
like a goat,
hear this our song,
accept our leaves,
love-offering,
return our hymn;
like echo fling
a sweet song,
answering note for note.

Holy Satyr by Hilda Doolittle 1922