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Saturday, November 26, 2011
Josef Váchal... A Cycle of Wood Cuts 1912
A Cycle of Wood Cuts Accompanied by a Very Nice Ode to Ingenious Doctors and Healers, self-published by Josef Váchal, Prague 1912
previous VCHAL
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Monday, November 21, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Dolorosa... Vowed Series no 9...2011
Dolorosa ~ Vowed no 9 2011
This is the last of my Vowed Series of drawings you can see all the rest here > VOWED
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Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Igor-Alban Chevalier... graphic works
Sorting through some old files I came across a folder with these wonderful images, if anyone knows of their origin please could you leave a comment. Many thanks.
with many thanks to Tororo Shiru for solving the mystery of the artist > Igor-Alban Chevalier's blog HERE
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Igor-Alban Chevalier
Monday, November 14, 2011
Frederick Carter... The Dragon of the Alchemists... 1918
Frederick Carter’s deep interest in alchemy and all aspects of the supernatural and the occult, led him to produce an esoteric symbolism which is apparent throughout his work. Nowhere is this displayed more clearly than in his works for The Dragon of the Alchemists. Frederick Carter provided little or no explanation regarding the significance of his imagery which combines symbols of established religion with those of mysticism and it is likely that he intended the meaning of many of his images to remain shrouded in mystery.
Persus
Ship of Dreams
The Balance
The Babe of Fire
Silence
To-day it is maintained that a certain morbid psychological alteration in what is called "the function of reality" bears traces of archaic thought: though what is called archaic may be basic and independent of morbidity. It was accepted without hesitation in the Renaissance that myth extended the range of mental vision, and mythical incidents and classical names were so used until that mode of metaphorical expression became stereotyped. The subjective response and understanding died; a rationalised meaning took its place and nullified its appeal. But the "libido" was then, and is yet, capable of being led into sublimer paths by the use of myth, image, and metaphor: a sound mode of analogy had, as it ever has had, an impetus and a power of moving the mind that brings poetry to life. The poet was a stargazer, and found in his heaven the images of perfection.
from ~ The Dragon of the Alchemists
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Works of art....Japanese Carved Ivory Okimono... circa 1900
An Unusually Large Japanese Carved Ivory Okimono of a Human Skull
Entwined with snakes and rats
Perhaps made by a particular workshop as an example of excellence and achievement
Meiji period (1868-1912)
Entwined with snakes and rats
Perhaps made by a particular workshop as an example of excellence and achievement
Meiji period (1868-1912)
the god of death
has passed me over...
autumn dusk
Haiku of Kobayashi Issa
(1763 - 1828)
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Monday, November 7, 2011
Ernst Fuchs... Vision... 1953
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previous Fuchs
A vision
I lost the love of heaven above,
I spurned the lust of earth below,
I felt the sweets of fancied love
And hell itself my only foe.
I lost earth's joys but felt the glow
Of heaven's flame abound in me
Till loveliness and I did grow
The bard of immortality.
I loved but woman fell away
I hid me from her faded fame,
I snatched the sun's eternal ray
And wrote till earth was but a name
In every language upon earth,
On every shore, o'er every sea,
I give my name immortal birth
And kept my spirit with the free.
I spurned the lust of earth below,
I felt the sweets of fancied love
And hell itself my only foe.
I lost earth's joys but felt the glow
Of heaven's flame abound in me
Till loveliness and I did grow
The bard of immortality.
I loved but woman fell away
I hid me from her faded fame,
I snatched the sun's eternal ray
And wrote till earth was but a name
In every language upon earth,
On every shore, o'er every sea,
I give my name immortal birth
And kept my spirit with the free.
John Clare
(1793 - 1864)
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