Above: The Flight of Icarus - Frank Frazetta
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Lament of Icarus The paramours of courtesans Are well and satisfied, content. But as for me my limbs are rent Because I clasped the clouds as mine. I owe it to the peerless stars Which flame in the remotest sky That I see only with spent eyes Remembered suns I knew before. In vain I had at heart to find The center and the end of space. Beneath some burning, unknown gaze I feel my very wings unpinned And, burned because I beauty loved, I shall not know the highest bliss, And give my name to the abyss Which waits to claim me as its own.
~Charles Baudelaire
Georgia O’Keeffe American, 1887-1986
Road - Mesa with Mist, 1961, artic.edu (queue)
Oil on canvas 50.8 x 40.6 cm (20 x 16 in.)
Bequest of Paul and Gabriella Rosenbaum, 2002.76 © 2013 Georgia O’Keeffe Museum/ Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
Georgia O’Keeffe American, 1887-1986
It Was Yellow and Pink III, 1960, artic.edu (queue)
Oil on canvas 101.6 x 76.2 cm (40 x 30 in.)
Alfred Stieglitz Collection, bequest of Georgia O’Keeffe, 1987.250.2 © The Art Institute of Chicago
Georgia O’Keeffe American, 1887-1986
Black Cross, New Mexico, 1929 (queue)
Oil on canvas 99.1 x 76.2 cm (39 x 30 in.)
Art Institute Purchase Fund, 1943.95 © The Art Institute of Chicago
Black Abstraction, 1927 (queue)
Georgia O’Keeffe
Georgia O’Keeffe American, 1887-1986
The Shelton with Sunspots, N.Y., 1926, artic.edu (queue)
Oil on canvas 123.2 x 76.8 cm (48 1/2 x 30 1/4 in.) Signed, titled, and dated on label on reverse
Gift of Leigh B. Block, 1985.206 © 2013 Georgia O’Keeffe Museum/ Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
Georgia O’Keeffe American, 1887-1986
Spring, 1923-24, artic.edu (queue)
Oil on canvas 45.7 x 35.4 cm (18 x 14 in.)
Bequest of Paul and Gabriella Rosenbaum, 2002.72 © 2013 Georgia O’Keeffe Museum/ Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York
Kara Wilkes
Alonzo King Lines Ballet (queue-Friday)
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Lines Ballet - Alonzo King (queue)
Dancers Corey Scott-Gilbert and Meredith Webster
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As soon as you have made a thought, laugh at it.
~Lao Tzu
We are two
On the one line where all’s continuous
In the meanders of night
A word’s in the middle
Two mouths not seeing each other
A sound of steps
One light body gliding towards the other
The door quivers
A hand passes
One would wish to open
The bright ray stands erect
There before me
And it’s the fire that parts us
In the shadow where your profile slips away
A moment without breathing
Your breath has burned me in passing
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Pierre Reverdy, Corridor (Couloir)