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El Norte
Posted in Modern Times, Sweet lovely Nancy, The Kingdom, Upon a painted ocean, tagged happy new year, lovely restless sailors, snow, Stevens on December 31, 2009| 5 Comments »
A Model
Posted in Upon a painted ocean on July 5, 2009| Leave a Comment »
H. Matisse and model
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……He placed the screen in front of me so that I could change my dress. I threw the clothes over the screen. As I threw my last piece of underwear over the top of the screen I saw the painter’s face appear at the top, smiling. But it was done so comically and ridiculously, like a scene in a play, that I said nothing, got dressed, and took the pose.
……Every half-hour I would get a rest. I could smoke a cigarette. The painter put on a record and said: “Will you dance?”
……We danced on the highly polished floor, turning among the paintings of beautiful women. At the end of the dance, he kissed my neck. “So dainty,” he said. “Do you pose in the nude?”
-Anaïs Nin, “A Model”
Insomnio
Posted in Lady Macbeth, Upon a painted ocean, tagged Ben al-Hamara on June 8, 2009| Leave a Comment »
“Cuando el pájaro del sueño pensó hacer su nido en mi pupila, vio las pestañas y le aterró la red.”
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(prove that I lie-prove that I lie-prove that I lie-please, prove that I lie)
A painted ship
Posted in Upon a painted ocean on May 27, 2009| Leave a Comment »
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Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.
-S. T. Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
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The sensualist…
Posted in Upon a painted ocean on May 18, 2009| 2 Comments »
Auguste Renoir wrote in his notebook:
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Artists do exist. But one doesn’t know where to find them. An artist can do nothing if the person who asks him to produce work is blind. It is the eye of the sensualist that I wish to open.
Not everyone is a sensualist just because he wishes to be.
There are some who never become sensualists no matter how hard they try.
Someone gave a picture by one of the great masters to one of my friends, who was delighted to have an object of undisputed value in his drawing room. He showed it off to everyone. One day he came rushing in to see me. He was overcome with joy. He told me naïvely that he had never understood until that morning why the picture was beautiful. Until then, he had always followed the crowd in being impressed only by the signature. My friend had just become a sensualist.
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Fingers of smooth…
Posted in Soportes escriturarios, Upon a painted ocean on May 18, 2009| 2 Comments »
While Wallace Stevens says this:
The artist transforms us into epicures; that he has to discover the possible work of art in the real world, then to extract it, when he does not himself composes it entirely, that he is un amoreaux perpetual of the world that he contemplates and thereby enriches..
William Carlos Williams
transforms us
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"This is Just to Say"
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into epicures.
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Modèle
Posted in Upon a painted ocean on May 2, 2009| 1 Comment »
En su libro Degas Danse Dessin, Paul Valéry explica cómo las modelos jugaban un papel en el universo de la pintura que iba más allá de ofrecer sus contornos al análisis de la vista. Algunas de ellas, explica Valéry, como los insectos en un jardín vuelan de flor en flor fecundando y provocando, por azar, el nacimiento de nuevas especies, llevaban de taller en taller propuestas y juicios; sembraban en el oído de un artista la broma escuchada en el estudio de otro…
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Aquí, como muestra, la misma modelo pintada por seis artistas diferentes:
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Suzanne Valadon por Renoir
Suzanne Valadon por Théophile-Alexander Steinlen
Suzanne Valadon por Toulouse-Lautrec
Suzanne Valadon por Santiago Rusiñol
Suzanne Valadon por Degas
Suzanne Valadon por Puvis de Chavannes
Suzanne Valadon
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