Henri Matisse

Henri Matisse

Flower 
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Flower 

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Wise men have interpreted dreams, and the gods have laughed.
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H.P. Lovecraft   (via journalofanobody)
Jennifer Kronenberg,  Miami City Ballet, Romeo and Juliet (via: tcpalm.com)

Jennifer Kronenberg,  Miami City Ballet, Romeo and Juliet (via: tcpalm.com)

Jennifer Kronenberg and Carlos Guerra,  Miami City Ballet, Romeo and Juliet  (via:  palmbeachdailynews.com)

Jennifer Kronenberg and Carlos Guerra,  Miami City Ballet, Romeo and Juliet  (via:  palmbeachdailynews.com)


…He was conscious—and the thought brought a gleam of pleasure into his brown agate eyes—that it was through certain words of his, musical words said with musical utterance, that Dorian Gray’s soul had turned to this white girl and bowed in worship before her. To a large extent, the lad was his own creation. He had made him premature. That was something. Ordinary people waited till life disclosed to them its secrets, but to the few, to the elect, the mysteries of life were revealed before the veil was drawn away. Sometimes this was the effect of art, and chiefly of the art of literature, which dealt immediately with the passions and the intellect. But now and then a complex personality took the place and assumed the office of art, was indeed, in its way, a real work of art, Life having its elaborate masterpieces, just as poetry has, or sculpture, or painting.
Yes, the lad was premature. He was gathering his harvest while it was yet spring. The pulse and passion of youth were in him, but he was becoming self-conscious. It was delightful to watch him. With his beautiful face, and his beautiful soul, he was a thing to wonder at. It was no matter how it all ended, or was destined to end. He was like one of those gracious figures in a pageant or a play, whose joys seem to be remote from one, but whose sorrows stir one’s sense of beauty, and whose wounds are like red roses. 

~Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Image:  Portrait of Ben Barnes from the movie Dorian Gray (via: fanpop)


…He was conscious—and the thought brought a gleam of pleasure into his brown agate eyes—that it was through certain words of his, musical words said with musical utterance, that Dorian Gray’s soul had turned to this white girl and bowed in worship before her. To a large extent, the lad was his own creation. He had made him premature. That was something. Ordinary people waited till life disclosed to them its secrets, but to the few, to the elect, the mysteries of life were revealed before the veil was drawn away. Sometimes this was the effect of art, and chiefly of the art of literature, which dealt immediately with the passions and the intellect. But now and then a complex personality took the place and assumed the office of art, was indeed, in its way, a real work of art, Life having its elaborate masterpieces, just as poetry has, or sculpture, or painting.

Yes, the lad was premature. He was gathering his harvest while it was yet spring. The pulse and passion of youth were in him, but he was becoming self-conscious. It was delightful to watch him. With his beautiful face, and his beautiful soul, he was a thing to wonder at. It was no matter how it all ended, or was destined to end. He was like one of those gracious figures in a pageant or a play, whose joys seem to be remote from one, but whose sorrows stir one’s sense of beauty, and whose wounds are like red roses. 


~Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Image:  Portrait of Ben Barnes from the movie Dorian Gray (via: fanpop)

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Jean Cocteau
Ceramic plate   via

iamjapanese:

Jean Cocteau

Ceramic plate   via

Purple smoke rises from the mountain top
The peak looks like an incense burner in the sunlight
Far away I see the valley stretching before me
The whole waterfall hangs there
The torrent dropping three thousand feet
Straight down to the valley floor
I think it must be the milky way
Spilling to the earth from the heavens.


~Li Bai, Viewing the Lu Mountain Falls
Image:   Man looking at a waterfall, Li Tang , (Chinese, 1050s-1130), Qing dynasty, Smithsonian Museum                 

Purple smoke rises from the mountain top

The peak looks like an incense burner in the sunlight

Far away I see the valley stretching before me

The whole waterfall hangs there

The torrent dropping three thousand feet

Straight down to the valley floor

I think it must be the milky way

Spilling to the earth from the heavens.


~Li Bai, Viewing the Lu Mountain Falls

Image:   Man looking at a waterfall, Li Tang , (Chinese, 1050s-1130), Qing dynasty, Smithsonian Museum                 

詩 shī  
Chinese
poetry, poem, verse

詩 shī  

Chinese

poetry
poem, verse

Water Lilies, 1878,  Private Collection
Theodore Robinson

 From Wiki:  ”From Wiki:  ”Theodore Robinson (June 3, 1852 – April 2, 1896) was an American painter best known for his Impressionist landscapes. He was one of the first American artists to take up Impressionism in the late 1880s, visiting Giverny and developing a close friendship with Claude Monet. Several of his works are considered masterpieces of American Impressionism.”

Water Lilies, 1878,  Private Collection

Theodore Robinson


From Wiki:  ”From Wiki:  ”Theodore Robinson (June 3, 1852 – April 2, 1896) was an American painter best known for his Impressionist landscapes. He was one of the first American artists to take up Impressionism in the late 1880s, visiting Giverny and developing a close friendship with Claude Monet. Several of his works are considered masterpieces of American Impressionism.”

Flower of Memory, 1881, Tweed Museum of Art
Theodore Robinson

Flower of Memory, 1881, Tweed Museum of Art

Theodore Robinson

Woman and Child in a Wooded Landscape
Theodore Robinson 

Woman and Child in a Wooded Landscape

Theodore Robinson 

Alternative Title Scrapbook (1912 - 1914)
  Artist/Creator O’Keeffe, Georgia Creation Date 1911
yama-bato:
Untitled (West Lawn - University of Virginia)

Alternative Title Scrapbook (1912 - 1914)

Artist/Creator O’Keeffe, Georgia
Creation Date 1911

yama-bato:

Untitled (West Lawn - University of Virginia)

Richard Serra

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