Evangelina Alciati
Paul Gauguin
Max Klinger
“For this freedom
I have given all I had
For this darkness
I gave my light
For this wisdom
I have lost my innocence
Take my petals
And cover me with the night”
John Ferguson Weir
Ferdinand du Puigaudeau
Michael Klein
And did not know myself what feast I kept
—till I said your name. At once all plenty was.
It is the words starve us, the act that feeds.
The air trembling with the white wicks
of its falling encloses us. To be
perfect, I suppose, we must be brief.
The long thing is to remember
imperfectly, dirtying with gratitude
the grave of abundance.
Stephen Mackey
Edward John Poynter (detail)
Xi Pan
David Galchutt
Victoria Kalaichi
Paul Gauguin
Ivan Olinsky
Iryna Yermolova
Helen Galloway McNicoll
Edouard Vuillard
Spencer Gore
Peder Severin Krøyer
Stanislav Zhukovsky
The blue look
We know through hearsay that love exists.
(...)
eyes fixed on a rectangle of white paper, we dream of estuaries, tumultuous surf,
clearing weather and tides. We listen to the inexhaustible chant of the sea within us,
as it rises and falls in our heads, like the approach and retreat of the strange desire
we have for heaven, for love, and all that we cannot touch with our hands.
Zbigniew Pronaszko
At a corner of the ordinary.
Where is she now? Instantly nothing.
A penury after flower-strew. Nothing.
A feast of glimpses. Not fact itself,
but an idea of the possible in the fact.
Vincent Van Gogh
Catherine Nolin
Do Fournier
title - Jean-Michel Maulpoix
1. line - Emilie Autumn
2.&4. - excerpts from a poem of John Ciardi
3. excerpt from a poem by Jean-Michel Maulpoix
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