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Has a gentle warmth!
I want to get lost in a summer’s day where I send my worries away on a breeze in moments infinitely fleeting they touch you so gently leaving before you can catch your breath again it’s in those moments that you find me and I smile as little fragments of us dance through my heartbeat and the memories remain upon my skin
“Painted in 1897, Confidence captures a couple in a private moment of conversation, the woman’s lips slightly parted as she leans in to speak, the man’s head lowered in a posture of concentration. The intimacy of the scene is emphasized by the extremely close vantage point, with both heads abruptly cropped by the edges of the canvas. Renoir’s focus is on the figures’ overlapping profiles, which interlock like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. The dialogue between their forms is heightened by the light that enters from the direction of the viewer, reflecting off the side of the man’s face while casting the woman’s features into shadow. At the same time, the scene is unified by the warm, restrained palette of cream, russet, and…
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Lilian Stannard: A Cottage Garden (o.J.)
Hungerlyrik
Form? Das sind keine Verse mehr,
Das sind verletzte Vögel,
Die am Boden liegen,
Flattern hilflos wild umher,
Werden nie mehr fliegen.
Inhalt? Gedankenfetzen nur,
Die schreien und beschreiben,
Was ins Auge schneidet
Grell von außen, Reimkultur,
Die am Nachbild leidet.
Der Sommer stirbt schon wieder,
Erste Blätter fallen von den Bäumen,
So ist es auch mit Segnungen und Träumen,
Die sterben alle weg.
Wenige Gärten sind:
Still und schön, da blüht der Tag noch länger,
Die Rosen duften über den Zaun
Mit gelben Lilien, Lavendel und Rosmarin,
Dort zieht‘s mich immer hin.
Dem Abend folgt ein trüber Morgen,
Was gestern leuchtete, ist heute tot;
Früh ging der Schnitter aus dem Hause,
Nun macht er kurz Pause, trinkt Wasser
Und isst sein trockenes Brot.
Der Parkplatz haut mir seine hässliche Größe ins Gesicht,
Die Neubausiedlung grüßt mich mit steriler Einfalt,
Das Windrad dreht…
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I really appreciate your bravery in coming to some appreciation of painful past experiences.
Is feeling lonely as an autistic any different than the neurotypical experience?
It is the height of summer in northern Michigan here in the USA. Yesterday was the 4th of July, and it is a huge birthday party for the country all over. There are traditional get togethers, family camp outs, cook outs, beach parties, boating parties, baseball games, volleyball games, sand castle building, swimming, and loads of other summer activities, followed by huge displays of fireworks in every city. small or large.
We have a small home in a small community on Lake Huron. We live only 2 blocks from a public park with a beach. The park is the location of the “official” city fireworks, so very early in the day people begin to gather in the park. by noon, the side streets in this are are filled with cars of people going to the park.
My husband…
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Engaging mixture of styles and approaches.
This week’s Ukrainian painter is one of several who emigrated from the country after his initial training, and later established himself an international reputation. He’s Wladimir Baranoff-Rossiné (1888-1944), who was born in southern Ukraine, most probably in Kherson, and was initially known as Shulim Wolf Leib Baranov. He first studied art at the art school in Odesa, from where he graduated in 1908.
Wladimir Baranoff-Rossiné (1888-1944), The Boats (1905), oil on cardboard, dimensions not known, Private collection. Wikimedia Commons.
Several of his earliest surviving paintings appear to show views of the River Dnipro, including The Boats from 1905, painted when he was a student in Odesa.
Wladimir Baranoff-Rossiné (1888-1944), A View of Sailboats (1905-08), oil on canvas, dimensions not known, Private collection. Wikimedia Commons.
A View of Sailboats also dates from this period of 1905-08.
Wladimir Baranoff-Rossiné (1888-1944), Barge on the Dnipro (1907), oil on canvas, dimensions not known, Private…
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Like Proust’s Madelaine it brings back memories!!
I’ve had this book by my favourite English food writer (SH) on the shelves for years and opened it for the first time at breakfast the other day. A homage to the food they were brought up on, it got me thinking about a dinner we hosted on Saturday night. We decided to go for a seventies vibe. Chicken vol-au-vents for a starter. Then boeuf au daube – I used the Reader’s Digest cookbook for this, published early seventies, so it’s exactly the right vintage – and we had potato gratin (Stephanie Alexander’s) on the side. Caprice brought apple crumble for dessert and Sheila brought a seventies cheese platter. Jatz crackers, of course, none of this lavosh crackers with olive oil and rosemary, no siree. And a nice touch was an orange into which she’d poked a lot of toothpicks, each of which was headed by a teensy pickled onion…
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Amazingly colourful!!
“This sumptuous page, The Court of Gayumars (also spelled Kayumars— see top of page, details below and large image here), comes from an illuminated manuscriptof theShahnama(Book of Kings)—anepic poem describing the history of kingship in Persia (what is now Iran). Because of its blendingof painting styles from both Tabriz and Herat (see map below),its luminous pigments, fine detail, and complex imagery, this copy of the Shahnamastands outin the history of the artistic production in Central Asia.
The Shahnamawas written by Abu al-Qāsim Ferdowsi around the year1000andis a masterful exampleof Persian poetry. The epic chronicles kings and heroes who pre-date the introduction of Islam to Persiaas well as the human experiences of…
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