In the midst of the heavy, hot fragrance of summer, and of the clean salty smell of the sea...

Howard Behrens

“Sometimes a glance, a few casual words, 
fragments of a melody 
floating through the quiet air of a summer evening, 
a book that accidentally comes into hands, 
a poem or memory-laden fragrance may bring 
about the impulse which changes and determines our whole life.” 

Osvaldo Anuar Slaibe Tavano

Sergei Arsenevich Vinogradov




Achille Laugé







Harold Knight


Pierre-Auguste Renoir



Gustav Klimt


Achille Laugé

"Is there no voice to cry out from the wind and say what it is like to be the wind,

To be roughed up by the trees and to bring music from the scattered houses

And the stones, and to be in such intimate relationship with the sea

That you cannot understand it? (...)

Summer in the trees! “It is time to strangle several bad poets.”

Théo van Rysselberghe 

"Sun out! perhaps there is a reason for the lack of poetry

In these ill-contented souls, perhaps they need air!

Blue air, fresh air, come in, I welcome you, you are an art student,

Take off your cap and gown and sit down on the chair.

Together we shall paint the poets—but no, air! perhaps you should go to them, quickly,

Give them a little inspiration, they need it, perhaps they are out of breath,

Give them a little inhuman company before they freeze the English language to death!

(And rust their typewriters a little, be sea air! be noxious! kill them, if you must, but stop their poetry!

I remember I saw you dancing on the surf on the Côte d’Azur,

And I stopped, taking my hat off, but you did not remember me,

Then afterwards you came to my room bearing a handful of orange flowers

And we were together all through the summer night!)

That we might go away together, it is so beautiful on the sea, there are a few white clouds in the sky!

But no, air! you must go . . . Ah, stay!"

Deborah Bonuccelli






Antonietta Varallo




title - Betty Wason
1. - Anagarika Govinda 
2. and 3. - Keneth Koch