EDGAR DEGAS ~ THE MYSTERY OF A PAINTING

“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
THE SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR EFFECT “I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity.” SIMONE
“I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.”
― Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
Painting by Constance Marie Charpentier
Melancholy, 1801
“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
“I am a writer and I want to write.” ― Jane Bowles Fear and Hope “Like most people, you
MARC AND BELLA CHAGALL ~ A COLORFUL LOVE “In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s
THE SURREALITY/REALITY OF GIORGIO MORANDI. Giorgio Morandi (1890 -1964) was an Italian painter and printmaker. “There is nothing more surreal,
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
… And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson ~ Hope
Federico Garcia Lorca “Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire. No one is sleeping
THE SIRENS ARE ENCHANTERS Circe warns Odysseus about the Sirens: “You will come first of all to the Sirens, who
A poem by Paul Eluard “I cannot be known Better than you know me Your eyes in which we sleep
“I am a writer and I want to write.” ― Jane Bowles Fear and Hope “Like most people, you
MARC AND BELLA CHAGALL ~ A COLORFUL LOVE “In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s
THE SURREALITY/REALITY OF GIORGIO MORANDI. Giorgio Morandi (1890 -1964) was an Italian painter and printmaker. “There is nothing more surreal,
“I am a writer and I want to write.” ― Jane Bowles Fear and Hope “Like most people, you
MARC AND BELLA CHAGALL ~ A COLORFUL LOVE “In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s
THE SURREALITY/REALITY OF GIORGIO MORANDI. Giorgio Morandi (1890 -1964) was an Italian painter and printmaker. “There is nothing more surreal,
“I am a writer and I want to write.” ― Jane Bowles Fear and Hope “Like most people, you
Federico Garcia Lorca “Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire. No one is sleeping
MARC AND BELLA CHAGALL ~ A COLORFUL LOVE “In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s
“I am a writer and I want to write.” ― Jane Bowles Fear and Hope “Like most people, you
MARC AND BELLA CHAGALL ~ A COLORFUL LOVE “In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s
THE SURREALITY/REALITY OF GIORGIO MORANDI. Giorgio Morandi (1890 -1964) was an Italian painter and printmaker. “There is nothing more surreal,
“I am a writer and I want to write.” ― Jane Bowles Fear and Hope “Like most people, you
MARC AND BELLA CHAGALL ~ A COLORFUL LOVE “In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s
THE SURREALITY/REALITY OF GIORGIO MORANDI. Giorgio Morandi (1890 -1964) was an Italian painter and printmaker. “There is nothing more surreal,
IMPRESIONES (2)
BLUE PAGE
(Sobre un trabajo de Monique Lucy Weberink)
No es sólo la distancia,
Es el tiempo el que abre
El azul de la mar
Que golpea esta noche de vigilia.
Hacia qué latitudes se dirige
El pensamiento exhausto,
Esa mirada tierna
De tu alma que tiembla ?
Qué insinúa tu mano,
Qué rumbos añora trazar
En el océano racial,
Tormentoso, de la existencia ?
Es mía la sangre que moja
El rojo centro del espacio,
El piélago supremo
Que arde de nostalgia
Y urde marejadas de pasión.
VICTOR M. ALONSO
GRAN CANARIA, MARZO, 2011
THE SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR EFFECT “I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity.” SIMONE
A confinement in body …not in soul. What started 5 weeks ago as a horrible time for me due
Federico Garcia Lorca “Let there be a landscape of open eyes and bitter wounds on fire. No one is sleeping