James Morrison – You Give Me Something
You give me Something, my Love and I feel Happy …
Really happy right now
You give me Something, my Love and I feel Happy …
Really happy right now
“To love makes one solitary, she thought.” Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (1925)
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And
“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious
“I am a writer and I want to write.” ― Jane Bowles Fear and Hope “Like most people, you
THE SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR EFFECT “I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity.” SIMONE
ONE WAY TO READ A BOOK In the opinion of the famous writer Doris Lessing there is only one
Jeanne Hébuterne (April 6, 1898 – January 25, 1920) was a French artist, best known as the frequent subject and common-law wife of the artist Amedeo Modigliani.
Born in Paris to a Roman Catholic family, her father, Achille Casimir Hébuterne, worked at Le Bon Marché department store. A beautiful girl, she was introduced to the artistic community in Montparnasse by her brother André Hébuterne who wanted to become a painter. She met several of the then starving artists and modeled for Tsuguharu Foujita. However, wanting to pursue a career in the arts, and with a talent for drawing, she chose to study at the Académie Colarossi. It was there in the spring of 1917 that Jeanne Hébuterne was introduced to Amedeo Modigliani by the sculptor Chana Orloff (1888–1968) who came with many other artists to take advantage of the Academy’s live models. Jeanne soon began an affair with the charismatic artist, and the two fell deeply in love. She soon moved in with him, despite strong objection from her deeply Catholic parents.
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