Francesco Colonna 1499 from Hypnerotomachia Poliphili
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Mademoiselles of Cranach... Pierre Tremois
Two favourite artists, a wonderful collection of prints by Pierre Tremois based on Lucas Cranachs paintings, not sure of dates.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Ghislaine de Menten de Horne...... La jeune Parque
Another favourite :)
A little known Belgian artist Ghislaine de Menten de Horne and heroine of the Belgian Resistance, illustrations for an edition of La jeune Parque (The young Fate) published in 1935.
Spoken by a young woman, La jeune Parque is concerned with the battle between body and spirit; and between being and knowing.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The Hunterian Psalter...c. 1170
The Hunterian Psalter is a twelfth century illuminated manuscript, thought to have been produced in England c. 1170. It is regarded as the greatest treasure of William Hunter's (1718-83) magnificent library of books and manuscripts.
detail of Adam and Eve
detail of 'Scorpio' from October
detail of 'Aquarius' from January
Monday, August 3, 2009
All little girls improvise...Paula Rego...
My favourite Paula Rego illustrations for Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre
Come to me 2002
Loving Bewick 2002
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Reconstructing Mayakovsky...animation...poems..
Art: Pelin Kirca
Art Direction and Story: Illya Szilak
Music: Itir Saran
Listen!
Listen,
if stars are lit,
it means there is someone who needs it.
it means that someone wants them to be,
that someone deems those speckles of spit
magnificent
And overwrought,
in the swirls of afternoon dust,
he bursts in on God,
afraid he might already be late.
In tears,
he kisses God’s sinewy hand
and begs him to guarantee
that there will definitely be a star.
He swears
he won’t be able to stand
that starless ordeal
Later,
he wonders around, worried,
but outwardly calm.
And to someone else, he says:
‘Now,
iIt’s all right.
You are no longer afraid,
are you?’
Listen,
if stars are lit,
it means there is someone who needs it.
It means it is essential
that every evening
at least one star should ascend
over the crest of the building
Vladimir Mayakovsky 1914
Past One O’Clock ...
Past one o’clock. You must have gone to bed.
The Milky Way streams silver through the night.
I’m in no hurry; with lightning telegrams
I have no cause to wake or trouble you.
And, as they say, the incident is closed.
Love’s boat has smashed against the daily grind.
Now you and I are quits. Why bother then
To balance mutual sorrows, pains, and hurts.
Behold what quiet settles on the world.
Night wraps the sky in tribute from the stars.
In hours like these, one rises to address
The ages, history, and all creation.
Vladimir Mayakovsky 1930
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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