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Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Austin Osman Spare... Satyr c1920


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"By turning my head involuntary... I can always see my alter ego, familiars or the gang of elementals that partly constitute my being." AOS


from Austin Osman Spare, Fallen Visionary, Refractions published by Jerusalem Press


Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Paolo Farinati...The Punishment of Marsyas...1573


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Agathias (c. 536-582 AD)
translated by Richard Garnett

Satyr, whose listening ear so low is bent
Breathes with spontaneous strain thine instrument?
Smiling and silent thou remainest bound
In silvery fetters of delightful sound;
For sure that lifelong figure here doth dwell
Fixed not by Painting's, but by Music's spell.


Friday, March 9, 2012

Paul Rumsey... drawings... Satyr Family... 2002




I am delighted to share with you, some work generously sent by a favourite artist and super thrilled to know he is a fan of the blog!!




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more wonders here > The Paul Rumsey Homepage



Sunday, January 1, 2012

Charles Rickett... poster... 1920...satyr



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Poster advertising The Dynasts by Thomas Hardy c1920

                                         


Amid this scene of bodies substantive
       Strange waves I sight like winds grown visible,
       Which bear men's forms on their innumerous coils,
       Twining and serpenting round and through.
       Also retracting threads like gossamers—
       Except in being irresistible—
       Which complicate with some, and balance all.
 
Thomas Hardy 



Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Arthur Rackham...the Wind in the Willows..illustration..Satyr



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"Perhaps he would never have dared to raise his eyes, but that, though the piping was now hushed, the call and the summons seemed still dominant and imperious. He might not refuse, were Death himself waiting to strike him instantly, once he had looked with mortal eye on things rightly kept hidden. Trembling he obeyed, and raised his humble head; and then, in that utter clearness of the imminent dawn, while Nature, flushed with fulness of incredible colour, seemed to hold her breath for the event, he looked in the very eyes of the Friend and Helper; saw the backward sweep of the curved horns, gleaming in the growing daylight; saw the stern, hooked nose between the kindly eyes that were looking down on them humourously, while the bearded mouth broke into a half-smile at the corners; saw the rippling muscles on the arm that lay across the broad chest, the long supple hand still holding the pan-pipes only just fallen away from the parted lips; saw the splendid curves of the shaggy limbs disposed in majestic ease on the sward; saw, last of all, nestling between his very hooves, sleeping soundly in entire peace and contentment, the little, round, podgy, childish form of the baby otter. All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Kenneth Grahame