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Autoportrait Day 327~ Lina Po
A random survey of self-portraits created by women through the centuries
Blind Ukrainian sculptor Lina Po
(Polina Mikhailovna Gorenstein) (1899-1948)
Self-portrait, 1940 / Bronze / Location unknown to me
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Gari Melchers: Sunday Mass
“In the present lot the influence of the Hague School has disappeared. Instead the fresh green, red and purple colours show impressionistic influences. The painting shows the interior of a church, possibly the Reformed Church of Egmond-Binnen. The attention given by Melchers to depicting the different figures demonstrates Melchers’ qualities as a storyteller. Not only their faces, but also their poses are carefully depicted. Their traditional Dutch clothes, of which Melchers owned a large collection from all over Holland, are also shown to the smallest detail. In this painting he combined the regional Veluwe cap with a North Holland dress on the center figure and placed a worshipper in typical Egmond headdress next to her. Like the famous Dutch flower painters who mixed winter, spring and summer blossoms in one picture, Melchers…
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A random survey of self-portraits created by women through the centuries
American multimedia artist Elaine Sturtevant (1924-2014)
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A random survey of self-portraits created by women through the centuries
French painter Marie-Françoise Constance Mayer La Martinière (1775-1821)
Self-portrait, c.1801 / Oil on canvas / Bibliothèque Marmottan, Boulogne-Billancourt, France
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A Visit to Bonnard’s Garden
Very lovely painting.
“At the turn of the century, Bonnard rediscovered nature and colour, after the muted tones and the urban scenes of his Nabi years. He stayed more and more often outside Paris, in the Seine Valley and in the South of France. Impressionism inspired him, but he wanted to go beyond its direct translation of nature. Colour, according to him, should be a means of expression above all.
In August 1912, he bought La Roulotte in Vernonnet, a district of Vernon located just five kilometres from Giverny. The house was modest, as its name, which means a horse-drawn caravan, suggests. It overlooked a large and luscious garden that descended to the Seine. Bonnard painted the views from the terrace and the…
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Dissolved by Sanket Mhatre
Delightfully evanescent….
Words are made of air Paper thin ether – supposed to last a day, sometimes a moment The blink of an eye – when past is replaced with remembrance deep from the soil of tinted papers mulch of yesterdays from libraries where dust encrusted lines were fences into another world Words that can germinate under your window attract butterflies under your eyelids borrow a little of what you saw in every land bring back a tiny rainbow that you once held on your way back Words that can hold a part of my scent when I spoke to you last; Particles of an uncertain earth words that can hold the blood of our songs salt of our sweat something you can keep as a promise before they vaporize over empty calendars holding the only depth silence knows but will never speak I keep excavating words from the land of seeds…
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Eternity by Tobias Maxwell
Interesting rebirthing experiences here- echoes of Reich and New Age psychology perhaps?
Do we remember that first cry we made, Having struggled to arrive amidst our mother’s screams, All that pushing and straining, yelling and groaning, That shift from the embryonic sac With its life-saving fluid, Into the world of breathing chaos? This bric-a-brac life with all its flavors, Untold tragedies and comedies that piled up Along the journey as we braved all the pitfalls Until old age appeared quite suddenly. Where did our childhood go, How did our youth escape us so readily? Those decades that brought middle age And the singsong onslaught of retirement. The advent of falling apart unwillingly, With diseases dangled before our very own eyes, Like a reflecting pool about to explode As we prepare for that final cry, That bursting forth into eternity.
About the Poet:
Tobias Maxwellis the author of four novels,2165 Hillside, The Month After September
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