ANIMALS OF THE SEA

MARIA YAKUNCHIKOVA (1870-1902) WOMEN WITH A PASSION FOR ART The first female artist I want to introduce in the series
Federico Garcia Lorca “Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire. No one is sleeping
ONE WAY TO READ A BOOK In the opinion of the famous writer Doris Lessing there is only one
“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don’t know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.”
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Painting
Odilon Redon – 1840-1916
I saw above the misty outline of a human form – 1896
Some Wisdom by Fernando Pessoa From The Book of Disquiet written by Fernando Pessoa. (1888-1935) “What can I expect from
The exotic world of Henri Rousseau “When…I see the strange plants of exotic lands, it seems to me that I
“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that
“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that
Animals of the Sea “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is
“The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don’t know
“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that
Animals of the Sea “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is
“The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is
“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that
Animals of the Sea “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is
“The deep pain that is felt at the death of every friendly soul arises from the feeling that there is
“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that
“I paint ideas, not things. My intention is less to paint works that are pleasing to the eye than to
Animals of the Sea “There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is
The Artist submits from day to day to the fatal rhythm of the impulses of the universal world which encloses him, continual centre of sensations, always pliant, hypnotized by the marvels of nature which he loves, he scrutinizes. His eyes, like his soul, are in perpetual communion with the most fortuitous of phenomena.
Odilon Redon
Apparition
“I am a writer and I want to write.” ― Jane Bowles Fear and Hope “Like most people, you
MARIA YAKUNCHIKOVA (1870-1902) WOMEN WITH A PASSION FOR ART The first female artist I want to introduce in the series
MARC AND BELLA CHAGALL ~ A COLORFUL LOVE “In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s
MARIA YAKUNCHIKOVA (1870-1902) WOMEN WITH A PASSION FOR ART The first female artist I want to introduce in the series
MARC AND BELLA CHAGALL ~ A COLORFUL LOVE “In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s
WILLIAM BOUGUEREAU AND HIS PASSION FOR PAINTING “Each day I go to my studio full of joy; in the evening
The exotic world of Henri Rousseau “When…I see the strange plants of exotic lands, it seems to me that I
“Sometimes, when one is moving silently through such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that
“Beauty, like truth, is relative to the time when one lives and to the individual who can grasp it.” ―
Some Wisdom by Fernando Pessoa From The Book of Disquiet written by Fernando Pessoa. (1888-1935) “What can I expect from
The exotic world of Henri Rousseau “When…I see the strange plants of exotic lands, it seems to me that I
A poem by Paul Eluard “I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep