Showing posts with label drawings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drawings. Show all posts

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Insomnia or the Devil at Large... Henry Miller ... drawings



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Drawings by Henry Miller, made during a bout of Insomnia 1965/66


“They reflect the varying moods of three in the morning. Some were sprinkled with bird seed, some with songes, and some with mensonges. Some dripped from the brush like pink arsenic; others clogged up on me and came out as welts and bruises. Some were
organic, some inorganic, but they were all intended to lead their own life in the garden of Abracadabra.”



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Monday, January 4, 2010

Andrey Bely... poem and drawing...




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VERTIGO

Now I have wandered long years and many,
Have drowned in the haze of the late afternoon
Until my poor feet are bleeding and heavy,
They must give out soon.

As I lounge in the fumes of the charcoal vapors
Questions pop out, like an unpaid debt,
And someone offers- in a tasty little packet -
A cigarette.

And then when I sit with elbows on the table,
Swoonin with awe, merged fearfully
With things not of earth, somebody says
"Here's your tea."

Oh, I am a child of the flame, of the glory,
Visions shine before me all through the night,
But can it be- can it be possible
They will not even know me by sight?




Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sunday night.... the Goddess...





‡ Rosaleen Norton

Rosaleen Miriam Norton (2 October 1917 – 5 December 1979) New Zealand, was an artist, occultist & witch.



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Sunday night

A long audient meditation, which chiefly consisted reminiscing about the more peculiar episodes in my sex life.
Have decided on a retreat of at least three months -- nobody to be admitted. Will create magnetic centre...................................................







Friday, December 25, 2009

The Act of Drawing... Unica Zurn







The pen "floats" tentatively above the white paper, until she discovers the spot for the first eye. Only once she is "being looked at" from the paper does she start to find her bearings and effortlessy add one motif to the next....


The Man of Jasmine - Atlas Press 1994



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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Federico García Lorca...drawing and poem...



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Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint


Never let me lose the marvel

of your statue-like eyes, or the accent

the solitary rose of your breath

places on my cheek at night.


I am afraid of being, on this shore,

a branchless trunk, and what I most regret

is having no flower, pulp, or clay

for the worm of my despair.


If you are my hidden treasure,

if you are my cross, my dampened pain,

if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,and adorn the branches of your river

with leaves of my estranged Autumn.




Thursday, October 29, 2009

Jorge Luis BORGES... drawing... Self Portrait




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Poignantly relating to self-portraits, Borges wrote in his The Art of Poetry:


To gaze at a river made of time and water
And remember Time is another river.
To know we stray like a river
and our faces vanish like water …

Sometimes at evening there's a face
that sees us from the deeps of a mirror.
Art must be that sort of mirror,
disclosing to each of us his face.



Saturday, October 24, 2009

Munch... drawings&print...


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Alpha and Omega 1908/09


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The Woman and the Heart 1896

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Hans Bellmer ... drawing




One of my favourite artists draws one of my favourite writers...


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Hans Bellmer  ~ Gaston Bachelard 1957


In 1957 Bellmer executed portraits not only of Gaston Bachelard but also of other
leading artists and writers of the day, including Arp, Wilfredo Lam, Henri Michaux, Victor Brauner, Albert Camus and Jehan Mayoux. The art historian Peter Webb has written of these works that together they ‘form a marvellous pantheon of the creative people of his time’ and it seems likely that Bellmer himself saw these portraits, generally pencil or charcoal
drawings, as a coherent body of works.


Reverie is not a mind vacuum. It is rather the gift of an hour which knows the plenitude of the soul.
Gaston Bachelard



~"the pure imagination designates its projected forms as the essence of its proper fulfillment. It delights naturally in imagining, thus in changing forms. Metamorphosis thus becomes the specific function of imagination. The imagination cannot comprehend a form except by transforming it, by dynamizing its becoming, by seizing on it like a sectioning of the flux of formal causality, precisely as a physicist cannot understand a phenomenon except by grasping it in a sectioning of the flux of efficient causality."~ 

G Bachelard  LAUTREMONT