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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;">This week<span style="font-size: large;">; </span>something a little different from the norm<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirty-six_Views_of_Mount_Fuji">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thirty-six_Views_of_Mount_Fuji</a></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqgfSGDXqng/UiNhIDyHoWI/AAAAAAAADI4/GmsHOqW3-zk/s1600/FHH106_c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="442" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oqgfSGDXqng/UiNhIDyHoWI/AAAAAAAADI4/GmsHOqW3-zk/s640/FHH106_c.jpg" width="640" /></a>Thirty-six Views of Mount Fuji is a series of large, color woodblock prints by the Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai (1760–1849). The series depicts Mount Fuji in differing seasons and weather conditions from a variety of different places and distances. It actually consists of 46 prints created between 1826 and 1833. The first 36 were included in the original publication and, due to their popularity; ten more were added after the original publication</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiJh7idG548/UiNhO2zNPHI/AAAAAAAADJA/bjqSCKFH41w/s1600/FHH129_c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="442" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SiJh7idG548/UiNhO2zNPHI/AAAAAAAADJA/bjqSCKFH41w/s640/FHH129_c.jpg" width="640" /></a>In some of the images, he draws Fuji with a single, simple outline which describes the distinctive shape of the mountain.. Hokusai didn’t carve his own blocks, nor did he make the prints himself. Apparently; ‘ukiyo-e’ artists did not carve the blocks or produce the prints what they did was to produce the produced the original drawings from which the prints were made. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: blue;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYQsg3lNu9U/UiNhaVJwjSI/AAAAAAAADJI/9mSxRoLWg_A/s1600/FHH140_c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYQsg3lNu9U/UiNhaVJwjSI/AAAAAAAADJI/9mSxRoLWg_A/s640/FHH140_c.jpg" width="640" /></a>I think I could quite happily live with these on my walls. I love their simplicity, their clean lines, their subtle colours and the intricacy of the drawings. <br /><br />Full set of prints found here<br /><br /><a href="http://www.man-pai.com/Grandes_series/Hokusai_Fuji36/hokusai_36_vistas_monte_fuji_e.htm">http://www.man-pai.com/Grandes_series/Hokusai_Fuji36/hokusai_36_vistas_monte_fuji_e.htm</a><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />For now I’m still going with the ‘walk on the wild side’ theme. Henri Rousseau’s paintings are always on the wild side and today; instead of the usual jungle scenes with animals, I’ve gone for the ones with people. The people in his paintings really do ‘walk on the wild side’. </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haddePekFqk/UhlSEeZgt-I/AAAAAAAADEc/iYaLlS-9Ur8/s1600/Boy_on_the_Rocks_-_1985-7_-_Henri_Rousseau.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haddePekFqk/UhlSEeZgt-I/AAAAAAAADEc/iYaLlS-9Ur8/s640/Boy_on_the_Rocks_-_1985-7_-_Henri_Rousseau.jpg" width="530" /></a><br /> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Henri Julien Félix Rousseau May 21, 1844 – September 2, 1910 was a self taught French Post-Impressionist painter who painted in the Primitive style. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He was also known as Le Douanier (the customs officer), a humorous description of his occupation as a toll collector. Another artist whose work was ridiculed during his lifetime, he came to be recognized as a self-taught genius whose works are of high artistic quality.</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqTsj24BURs/UhlTJfp4BGI/AAAAAAAADFE/3qiiR8x7hUA/s1600/Henri_Rousseau_-_The_Flamingoes.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="444" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqTsj24BURs/UhlTJfp4BGI/AAAAAAAADFE/3qiiR8x7hUA/s640/Henri_Rousseau_-_The_Flamingoes.jpg" width="640" /></a></span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84F7KvMHJ8g/UhlSMf8cSiI/AAAAAAAADEo/LCtpn_hLbNY/s1600/Douanier_Rousseau_tour_Eiffel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="418" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-84F7KvMHJ8g/UhlSMf8cSiI/AAAAAAAADEo/LCtpn_hLbNY/s640/Douanier_Rousseau_tour_Eiffel.jpg" width="640" /></a>Read about him here. <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henri_Rousseau">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henri_Rousseau</a><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0abdYPeh0w/UhlTcJH3_8I/AAAAAAAADFM/lQM3sXhO7pM/s1600/La_muse_inspirant_le_po%C3%A8te.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M0abdYPeh0w/UhlTcJH3_8I/AAAAAAAADFM/lQM3sXhO7pM/s640/La_muse_inspirant_le_po%C3%A8te.jpg" width="418" /></a></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_I5n9m2yeLY/UhlT3UNNiVI/AAAAAAAADFc/CVwvH6WRqJg/s1600/Rousseau09.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_I5n9m2yeLY/UhlT3UNNiVI/AAAAAAAADFc/CVwvH6WRqJg/s640/Rousseau09.jpg" width="486" /></a>Forgetmenot525http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771321877704271297noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141072325605385036.post-85510628236138609372013-08-24T17:21:00.000-07:002013-08-24T17:21:07.407-07:00Time, gardens and more.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Art Sunday; Time, gardens and more…………………………….<br /><br />This Sunday is supposed to be a catch up day, it’s raining, but that’s good, temperatures have been soaring recently and I have spent many happy hours walking along the edge of the sea and following the grandchildren out to the rock pools. Yesterday was a scorcher; we were out from 10m in the morning until after 9 in the evening. We’ve had a couple of thunderstorms this last week, and now we have this humid heavy rain, I think the heatwave is coming to an end but it has been totally glorious while it lasted. . <br /><br />I think this will be a short post. I haven’t even checked out all of last weeks Art Sunday posts yet, I don’t know where the time goes these days. Inspiration for today is just bits of this and bits of that. Mostly long summer days, the peace and inspiration found in the garden, the joy of the grandchildren and my utter, utter delight at being alive these days.<br /><br /> Religion and spirituality is something I rarely, is ever, mention, but there is something my mind keeps coming back to these days, which I think is worth mentioning. I find myself sitting by the sea, or sitting in the garden, or just watching the grandchildren play together on the beach; I find myself noticing the deep blue of the sky, the sound of the sea, the way the gulls float and glide on the air currents, I’ve been watching families enjoying the sunshine, so many little children discovering the joys of being outside; and all I can think is ……….’This is no dress rehearsal, this is the real thing’. <br />I hear so called religious people talking about how their life is little more than preparation for another life, the one that begins after their death, and I feel sorry for them. From where I’m sitting we already have the best, it really doesn’t get any better. This constant lusting after more and belief in a life and a world that is so much better than what we have is, I think, at the root of my disillusionment with organised religion. I’m totally satisfied with the world I have, I don’t feel the need to hanker after more once I’m dead. What I would like, is to spend as much time as possible, with as much good health as possible, right here in this world. I don’t think we need paradise in a next world, because you don’t have to look very hard to find it right here in this world. <br />Random thoughts that are totally out of character I know, maybe I have sunstroke.<br /> </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BHUy9_1bfQ/UhlLewMfFrI/AAAAAAAADDY/Clu-Mk8siNo/s1600/Claude_Monet_-_Jardin_%C3%A0_Sainte-Adresse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="484" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BHUy9_1bfQ/UhlLewMfFrI/AAAAAAAADDY/Clu-Mk8siNo/s640/Claude_Monet_-_Jardin_%C3%A0_Sainte-Adresse.jpg" width="640" /></a>I came across this blog a while ago; this is a lady after my own heart, an artist and a lover of gardens. She doesn’t want her art of photos used without permission so I’ll just leave the link. <br /><a href="http://www.mypaintedgarden.com/">http://www.mypaintedgarden.com/</a><br /><br />And Monet…………..he is exactly what this is about, I’m sure he saw the joy of the blue sky and the peace of the garden. You can’t really mention paintings and gardens in the same sentence without thinking of him.<br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Monet">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Monet</a><br /><br /><br /><br />A couple of paintings by Davey Brown, Scottish Artist from here</span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNmq96_4ABo/UhlMpBC7B-I/AAAAAAAADD0/X1wYGJInZfk/s1600/Davy-Brown-10395-The-Orchard-hq.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="468" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WNmq96_4ABo/UhlMpBC7B-I/AAAAAAAADD0/X1wYGJInZfk/s640/Davy-Brown-10395-The-Orchard-hq.JPG" width="640" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2BiQ1aNaZo/UhlMRMY6ABI/AAAAAAAADDs/Xp0Ga754320/s1600/Davy-Brown-6906-Harvest-Landscape-hq.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="622" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j2BiQ1aNaZo/UhlMRMY6ABI/AAAAAAAADDs/Xp0Ga754320/s640/Davy-Brown-6906-Harvest-Landscape-hq.JPG" width="640" /></a><a href="http://www.scottishartpaintings.co.uk/artist-davy-brown.asp">http://www.scottishartpaintings.co.uk/artist-davy-brown.asp</a><br /><br /><br />I think this David Hockney painting <br />Nichols Canyon, painted in 1980 expresses a joy of life</span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LP8SrAA3evE/UhlM4STY0SI/AAAAAAAADD8/_Nz8o42IHTE/s1600/hockney.nichols-canyon.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LP8SrAA3evE/UhlM4STY0SI/AAAAAAAADD8/_Nz8o42IHTE/s640/hockney.nichols-canyon.jpg" width="450" /></a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Found here <a href="http://www.sai.msu.su/wm/paint/auth/hockney/">http://www.sai.msu.su/wm/paint/auth/hockney/</a><br /><br /><br />And finishing with an old favourite of mine, American artist Connie Tom, from here<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">More days spent on the beach. <br />The grandchildren and the dog are going home tomorrow and although I’ll miss them, I think I need the peace, I’m verging on exhausted. We have spent the last few days on the beach; and still the sun shines I’m going with the beach theme for this weeks Art Sunday. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The art work is by American artist Sally Swatland and the poem is by Robert Graves. I don’t think either are what I would normally chose but they fit exactly with the way I feel right now. Sally Swatlands paintings reassure me that the way my grandchildren have behaved these last few days is typical of children the world over and from all generations. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Robert Graves poem shows that even the most intelligent and talented of men………..can be seduced by the simple pleasures of the beach.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Read more here<br /><a href="http://www.sallyswatland.com/?page=63&key=">http://www.sallyswatland.com/?page=63&key=</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6Zb8jZhVnw/UhlHe0oiVxI/AAAAAAAADCU/Ix7ldtO1Fis/s1600/6+August+Morning.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6Zb8jZhVnw/UhlHe0oiVxI/AAAAAAAADCU/Ix7ldtO1Fis/s640/6+August+Morning.jpg" width="510" /></a>Poet Robert Graves has an extraordinary story; <br />The Beach Robert von Ranke Graves (also known as Robert Ranke Graves and most commonly Robert Graves) (24 July 1895 – 7 December 1985)was an English poet, scholar/translator/writer of antiquity specializing in Classical Greece and Rome, and novelist. During his long life he produced more than 140 works. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Graves's poems—together with his translations and innovative analysis and interpretations of the Greek myths, his memoir of his early life, including his role in the First World War, Good-Bye to All That, and his speculative study of poetic inspiration, The White Goddess—have never been out of print.<br /><br />Read more here<br /><br />http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Graves</span><br />
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The folded valley lay<br />
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As still as still could be,<br />
But the deep grass sighed and rustled<br />
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1869 – 3 November 1954. A French artist, known for his use of colour and his
fluid and original draughtsmanship. He was a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drawing" title="Drawing"><span style="color: black;">draughtsman</span></a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Printmaking" title="Printmaking"><span style="color: black;">printmaker</span></a>, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sculpture" title="Sculpture"><span style="color: black;">sculptor</span></a>, but is known primarily as a painter.<sup>
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Glory of the Garden <br /><br /><br />Today has been spent in the garden. There was no rain, some wind, and not too much heat, perfect for working in the garden. I began thinking about something many of us participated in back on Multiply. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">( above; tea in the garden by James Guthrie, Scottish artist)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Every Wednesday we posted a poem and the post was called (collectively) Poetry Wednesday. One poem that really took my fancy was this one By Kipling, I seem to remember posting it several times and every time I included paintings of gardens by different artists. </span><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYCf2WIW6w0/Uhk0VecHY1I/AAAAAAAAC_g/nSI3LTtuB2E/s1600/Bessie+McNicol+scottish+artist.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rYCf2WIW6w0/Uhk0VecHY1I/AAAAAAAAC_g/nSI3LTtuB2E/s640/Bessie+McNicol+scottish+artist.jpg" width="466" /></a> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">( above, Bessie MacNicol, Scottish artist, 'a girl of the 60's') </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyhow…………..today I began thinking of it again, I can’t remember which paintings I originally posted with it but today I’ve chosen a couple of gardens buy different Scottish Artists. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The Poem; The Glory of the garden by Rudyard Kipling</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">OUR country is a garden that is full of stately views,<br />Of borders, beds and shrubberies and lawns and avenues,<br />With statues on the terraces and peacocks strutting by;<br />But the Glory of the Garden lies in more than meets the eye.<br />For where the old thick laurels grow, along the thin red wall,<br />You'll find the tool- and potting-sheds which are the heart of all<br />The cold-frames and the hot-houses, the dung-pits and the tanks,<br />The rollers, carts, and drain-pipes, with the barrows and the planks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And there you'll see the gardeners, the men and 'prentice boys<br />Told off to do as they are bid and do it without noise ;<br />For, except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare the birds,<br />The Glory of the Garden abides not in the words.<br />And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose,<br />And some are hardly fit to trust with anything that grows ;<br />But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the sand and loam,<br />For the Glory of the Garden occupies all who come.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Our country is a garden, and such gardens are not made<br />By singing:-" Oh, how beautiful," and sitting in the shade<br />While better men than we go out and start their working lives<br />At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinner-knives.<br />There's not a pair of legs so thin, there's not a head so thick,<br />There's not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sick<br />But it can find some needful job that's crying to be done,<br />For the Glory of the Garden glories every one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders,<br />If it's only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders;<br />And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden,<br />You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.<br />Oh yes, man was born a gardener, and thankfully he sees<br />That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees,<br />So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and play<br />And hopefully this Glory, may never pass away!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">and finally; Sweet Blosson by Edward Atkinson Hornel</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sir James Guthrie (10 June 1859 – 6 September 1930) was a Scottish Painter best known in his own lifetime for his portraiture although today more generally regarded as a painter of Scottish Realism.<br /><br />Tea in the Garden and A Hind's Daughter - Sir James Guthrie painted at Cockburnspath, East Berwickshire (1883)<br /><br /><br />Bessie MacNicol (1869 – 1907) was a important woman painter in Glasgow at the start of the 20th century. She was an artist respected by her contemporaries and exhibited in Scotland and London, in several European cities and at Pittsburg and St Louis in the USA.<br /><br />A girl of the 60’s painted 1899<br />George Lesley Hunter <br /><br />Hunter was born in Rothesay, a town on the west coast Scottish Isle of Bute, in 1877. <br /><br />he died in a Glasgow nursing home in December 1931, aged just 54.<br /><br />Cottage, near Largo by G.L.Hunter (c.1920)<br /><br />Edward Atkinson Hornel (1864–1933) was a Scottish painter Artist <br /><br />Sweet blosson<br /><br /> George BIRRELL<br /><br />George Birrell was born in 1950. He trained at the Glasgow School of Art (1967 - 1971) and was involved with the Hospitalfield Summer School in 1970.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.redraggallery.co.uk/print-george-birrell.asp">http://www.redraggallery.co.uk/print-george-birrell.asp</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ian Hamilton Finlay's Little Sparta: An Artist's Garden<br /><br />Andrew Dickson visits Little Sparta, for 40 years the home and studio of Scottish artist Ian Hamilton Finlay, who was also a poet, writer and gardener. Richard Ingleby, co-owner of the Ingleby Gallery in Edinburgh, takes us on a tour of the garden in the Pentland Hills, which is filled with the artist's work. The exhibition Ian Hamilton Finlay: Twilight Remembers is at the Ingleby Gallery until 27 October 2012</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jack Vettriano<br />Every one knows who Jack Vettriano is, he consistently outsells other artists both in original work and in limited edition prints of his work. He is one of the most commercially successful artists of all </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">( above a couple of the seaside scenes he is so famous for)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He comes from a working class mining family, he has never had any formal artistic training and no one from his family has ever ventured into the art world before. As artists go, his commercial success is phenomenal . He has one other distinction, he is shunned by most critics and galleries, his work is not hung in any of the major galleries and it’s very difficult to find any serious art critic who has any thing good to say about his work. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So… where do I stand on this?? Well I never paid much attention to his work, obviously I’ve seen it, who hasn’t? Initially I thought there was something slightly, nostalgically appealing about his work, (or at least the ones that haven’t descended into some sort of school boy, fantasy, soft porn). Not that there is any thing wrong with school boy, fantasy soft porn, its just that not being a school boy, it’s not really my cup of tea. However; once I began taking a closer look, I could see where the critics are coming from. Viewed close up, I understood why it’s been called ‘painting by numbers’. I still think that ‘painting by numbers’ snipe is particularly cruel but I understand why it was said. His work IS reminiscent of that old childhood favourite. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It is particularly noticeable in paintings like this one, look at the shirt, the hair, the ‘shadow’ on her face, even the pattern of light left by the lamps, that shirt in particular is exactly what I remember from my old painting by number sets. It used to fascinate me the way you could fill in blocks of colour using a colour chart and end up with something that, from a distance, looked like shading and shadow. In fact this particular painting almost looks like comic book art. Not that there is any thing wrong with comic book art, providing its not masquerading a something else. I also looked at some of figures, and I have to say, some of them are quite anatomically incorrect. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This young woman has the most peculiar neck and shoulders I’ve ever seen. I know sometimes artists DO draw figures that are anatomically incorrect, but this man only paints figures, he specializes in figure painting, and he has done enough by now to learn how to draw them properly. Anyhow, the point is, I understand why critics dismiss his work and seem irritated that it is so popular. I understand why major art galleries reject his work despite is appeal with the public. <br /><br />THE FOLLOWING PAINTINGS ARE SOME THAT APPEAL TO ME THE MOST. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><br />And that was more or less my critique of him, and then I watched this video documentary. This is the whole thing from YouTube split into 4 sections, I know people don’t have the time view an hour long documentary but if you dip into it, listen to some of the things he says, you will understand why I came to have a grudging respect for the man and his art<br />He comes over as a genuinely nice man, a very down to earth man, a self taught man who comes from a humble background with no ties past or present to the art world. He explains how he started painting by meticulously making copies of old impressionist paintings. He became relatively good at copying and started to think about creating his own original work. He claims to have had no style of his own or any idea of subject matter. From what he says I think this romantic, nostalgic style was not a gradual development from something else, he thought about what he would like to paint, thought about what makes him happy and then thought… ‘’I know’ women and romance’, that’s what makes me happy so that’s what I’ll paint’’. I think that’s a simplified version of his thought processes but it’s more or less how he ended up painting as he does. He has been criticized for copying figures for his earlier paintings from old artists copy books, they were books filled with photos, drawings and designs ready for commercial artists to copy from. These days people just use the internet. He has no shame about using these books; his attitude is … so what?? That’s what the books were intended for. These days he pays a photographer to take specific photos of models, whom he also pays. He then uses the photographs to paint from. He says he likes to paint from photograph, he likes to get to know the model, he chooses their clothes, chooses the location of the photo shoot and then goes with them on location. But he doesn’t want the model sitting next to him for days on end while he paints. He likes to paint in his own home on his own. I completely relate to all of that. That’s exactly how I like to paint, from a photo, preferable one I’ve taken myself, at home, alone, usually on my kitchen table with the front door locked and the phone disconnected. Yes………..I relate to his working method.<br />I also admire his attitude toward the critics. His attitude seems to be; ‘At least I’m out there doing it, I’ve got what it takes to do what I want to do and make a success of it. I’m not hurting any one, I’m earning an honest living and I don’t just sit around criticizing others. He is proud of himself and what he has achieved. I think he is proud of the fact that he has achieved world recognition without any formal training and without any help from any one. And for that I think he deserves to be proud of himself. His attitude is who cares if you don’t like my work, I like it and my millions of fans world wide like it. <br /><br />I think he is someone I would like to meet. I also think he is someone I would like and respect. I may never hold his work in such high esteem as his fans do, but that doesn’t really matter. He is happy, his millions of fans worldwide are happy, he is one of todays most successful artists, he is earning a more than decent living doing what makes him happy without exploiting anyone plus his work ethic appears to be as intact now as it was when he was a miner. What more can you ask?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.redraggallery.co.uk/print-jack-vettriano.asp">http://www.redraggallery.co.uk/print-jack-vettriano.asp</a><br /><br />Every one has seen his work, there are probably more of his contemporary prints in homes and offices across the world that any other artist dead or alive. He is somewhat of a phenomenon. He is loved by his public and equally despised by the established art world. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is the painting of Kara Tointon, the actress he painted in the documentary, Its called, Suddenly one Summer. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As usual there is a good write up in good old wiki; <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erwin_Blumenfeld">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erwin_Blumenfeld</a><br /><br /><br />This is an excellent documentary in four parts. It takes a while to watch the whole thing but just watching little bits shows the variety and originality of his work He was a pioneer in fashion film and the last video shows some of the first fashion film to be shot. </span><br />
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school Rebecca attained BA Hons degree in Graphic Design specialising in illustration
at Liverpool University. Since graduation has worked
as a professional artist and illustrator. In 1995 she designed, made and
installed 24 animated windows for the prestigious Brown Thomas in Dublin for the Christmas
lights in 1995.<br />
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In 1998 she travelled to Southern India to
paint a mural for the Russ Foundation before travelling to continue her
painting. Her work has been publicised world-wide through her illustrations and
publications and her limited edition prints reach outlets throughout Europe and
America.
She regularly exhibits with leading galleries in the UK and her delightful naive
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Impressionist Edward Henry Potthast is best known for sunny beach scenes,
filled with sparkling surf and high-keyed details such as balloons, hats and
umbrellas. He was born to a family of artisans in Cincinnati, Ohio,
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He studied at McMicken, off and on, for over a decade. From 1879 to 1881, his
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instruction under French artist Thomas Couture. Potthast made his first trip to
Europe in 1881. After a visit to Antwerp, where he studied with Polydore Beaufaux and
Charles Verlat, Potthast proceeded to Munich
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<span style="font-size: large;">( first posted on Blogster in May)<br />Its almost not Sunday any more but; this is something I’ve been saving for today. I think it’s utterly amazing. I read in the newspaper about a paralyzed woman, Heide Pfutzner who ‘paints’ through the power of her thought, there was a picture of one of her paintings in the newspaper. I couldn’t find pictures on the net and had to resort to scanning this one ( hence the poor quality). </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iZDonZobDs/UhkMbYipk5I/AAAAAAAAC5g/ViFbtWpo72k/s1600/heidi+brain+painting.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="568" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2iZDonZobDs/UhkMbYipk5I/AAAAAAAAC5g/ViFbtWpo72k/s640/heidi+brain+painting.jpg" width="640" /></a>Information from <br /><br /><a href="http://phys.org/news/2013-05-brainpainting-frees-paralyzed.html">http://phys.org/news/2013-05-brainpainting-frees-paralyzed.html</a><br /><br />This article is worth reading and the video explains how it all works. The amazing this is that this woman really is an artist. The reporter had a go and this was the result. I find this particularly interesting because to me, it seems to mean that artistic ability actually lies in the mind and has very little to do with what your hands can or can’t create. <br /><br />‘’Heide Pfutzner is getting favorable recognition as an artist who has produced skilled, accomplished abstract paintings with their colorful shapes in electric-like blues, reds, pinks, and yellows, Her admirers not only appreciate her art but her determination as a paralyzed woman who paints by way of thoughts. These thoughts are translated into pictures by a computer. She is able to express herself creatively through brainpainting, where a computer system can translate an artist's thoughts into images. With use of a brain controlled computer system, the person's brainwaves translate into instructions as to which colors, shapes and brushes will be put to use for the finished piece. </span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIZUJs-hHIQ/UhkMoKvM-dI/AAAAAAAAC5o/sHWtc5lPqpE/s1600/reporter+paintng.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="566" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tIZUJs-hHIQ/UhkMoKvM-dI/AAAAAAAAC5o/sHWtc5lPqpE/s640/reporter+paintng.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />Pfutzner was a former teacher in Germany; she fell ill in 2007 and was diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS), also called Lou Gehrig's disease in the U.S. The disease left her paralyzed, able only to move her eyes. Her daughter made some contacts, whereby her mother was eventually introduced to the University of Wurzburg's BCI program. "They developed a special brainpainting program for me," she said, "and we've been a good team ever since."<br /><br />Read more at: </span><br />
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before, and then I decided I liked it so much I’d post it any way even if I had
posted on her before. Her subject matter is (as you know) close to my own heart,
it’s The Scottish landscape in all its glory with the added bonus of little
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Whilst travelling Lesley collects images in her sketch book and on camera. Back
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<span style="font-size: large;">( previously posted on Blogster in April)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">First thing to say today is that I’m a little fragile, which is a very unusual state of affairs for me to find myself in. It was my official retirement night out yesterday and well; what can I say?, we had a ball. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This morning is not so much fun. I may not make it around the tour until later, maybe even tomorrow, in fact I didn’t make it around Vickies Song Saturday tour yesterday because the big night out started earlier (and finished later) than I anticipated. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But; I’ve had this idea in my head ever since that conversation with Nemo that went something like; ‘’………….Abstract art isn’t really my thing’’, <br />‘’no it’s not really my thing either’’. <br />And before collapsing on the sofa for my much needed PJ and DVD day, I wanted to post this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I know nothing about abstract art. I have discovered it’s not as easy as it looks which prompted me to explore a little further. I’ve been wandering around the net this morning looking at images of famous abstract paintings and trying to find some that appealed to me. If I were to hang abstract paintngs on my wall, I guess this selection is more or less what I would choose. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The more I looked and the more I read, the more attractive some of these paintings became. I’ve not added any text of my own, that’s because I don’t know enough to write anything meaningful but; I did find some of these links very informative and would recommend you wander over to them and do a bit of reading. <br /><br />I liked this introduction; </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">from<br /><a href="http://wwar.com/masters/movements/abstract_art.html">http://wwar.com/masters/movements/abstract_art.html</a><br /><br /><br /> Art History: Abstract Art: (1910 - ) <br />Abandoning the late 19th century European idea that art should imitate nature Abstract art does not strive to create accurate representations of any forms or objects. Artists employing the style take an object and either simplify or exaggerate it by altering its color shape and form. Abstract art developed before the twentieth century abstract patterns have roots in ancient history showing up in early decorations for textiles and pottery. <br /><br />Abstraction reached its pinnacle as an accepted form of fine art in the twentieth century. Wassily Kandinsky was the original abstract artist producing the first completely abstract work of art in 1910. Two years later he wrote a theory on abstract art called On the Spiritual in Art. In this publication he emphasized the general theory among Abstract artists that art should portray the spiritual realm and not just the visual world. Abstract Art encompasses many different styles including Cubism, Neoplasticism, Expressionism, Futurism, Fauvism and Abstract Expressionism. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTOl5Uo2Q8M/Uhjyn0ciWBI/AAAAAAAAC3s/cb9slRuuScE/s1600/the+snail+Matisse.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dTOl5Uo2Q8M/Uhjyn0ciWBI/AAAAAAAAC3s/cb9slRuuScE/s640/the+snail+Matisse.jpg" width="636" /></a>More informative links;<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abstract_art">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abstract_art</a> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Kandinsky<br /><a href="http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/kandinsky/">http://www.ibiblio.org/wm/paint/auth/kandinsky/</a><br /><br /><br />This is a Blog about abstract art and there is a video that I couldn’t see because ‘‘it’s not available in your country’’, hopefully you will be able to see it and tell me all about it. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /><a href="http://www.rodjonesartistblog.com/why-do-abstract-artists-paint-abstractly.html">http://www.rodjonesartistblog.com/why-do-abstract-artists-paint-abstractly.html</a></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was looking for paintings of rural France, I thought I could find some tips on how best to paint this subject. I have an abundance of photos of the area, and I have a good idea of what I want to paint, I was just looking for a few examples. And then I came across this man. I’ve never heard of him before, his name is Clark Esplin and he has a very modest Website which is here </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />It is full of his paintings, both past and present and this is how where he introduces himself<br /><i><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ude3qCsJyhA/Uhjo5nrHbnI/AAAAAAAAC2A/t5eDSTztiAs/s1600/chapel_syros.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="486" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ude3qCsJyhA/Uhjo5nrHbnI/AAAAAAAAC2A/t5eDSTztiAs/s640/chapel_syros.jpg" width="640" /></a></i>Above; from his Greek Island series</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Hi<br />I'm Clark Esplin<br />Welcome to my site.<br />I'm here to show you some of my paintings<br />The paintings represented on this website are only a selection of the work available for sale. Most of them have been sold, but new work is available at the galleries listed.<br />I am also available for commissions: </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Above; from his Greek Island series</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i><br />But don't forget to visit again because I shall update this site regularly with my latest works.<br />Thank you for visiting my website and sharing my vision.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><i>Clark Esplin </i><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Kv9Q9GyavY/UhjpOdXTGVI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/rbfcUqW3QCo/s1600/espc207.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="464" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Kv9Q9GyavY/UhjpOdXTGVI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/rbfcUqW3QCo/s640/espc207.jpg" width="640" /></a>above; work fom his series 'Provence and tuscany'</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I’ve shown two paintings from his '2006 Greek Islands series', two paintings from his series 'lavender from Provence and Tuscany' and two paintings from his 'examples of work from France and Italy'. <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOlflYvMG8o/UhjpYIDgXsI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/3TkAV-mIbZ0/s1600/espc218.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="432" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOlflYvMG8o/UhjpYIDgXsI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/3TkAV-mIbZ0/s640/espc218.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />They appeal to me because they seem genuine, simple and evocative of the places they represent. If I could paint these places and recreate the atmosphere the way he has I think I would be happy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">lastly the two from his 'examples of work from France and Italy'. </span><br />
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<br />Forgetmenot525http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771321877704271297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141072325605385036.post-19536045522364074782013-04-22T12:42:00.001-07:002013-04-22T13:34:34.293-07:00Introducing my new blog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Introducing my new site; The Paint Shed</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">This is my Gallery.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">It's a collection of paintings and drawings produced by me over the last five years. After much encouragement from many, many friends, I decided to collect most of my work and post them all together in one place. And this is the place. <br />When you visit, start with the introduction (tab at top of the page), then take a look at the work. The work is posted separately making it easy to comment on individual pieces and before you leave, there is a guest book at the top of the page for you to sign or comment in as you wish. This is something I've been thinking about for a while. It's a 'work in progress', and it's obviously going to take a while to get all my work photographed and posted but; the general idea is that this is the online gallery for my own work. I’ll try to get as much as I can posted before I go to France but I suspect this is going to take a while. <br /><br /><br />I've looked for the 'join this site' gadget and it has been removed and replaced with a 'Google+' gadget. I really don't want to do this, it entails filling in a new profile that displays your real name and is used on all Google sites including blogger and YouTube. If I fill this in my blogger profile will disappear and be replaced with the new one. <br /><br />Anyway..........I have a plan, I've left the 'follow by email' gadget in the right hand column and suggest those who want to ‘join’ this new site use the email alert to keep up with new posts and leave their name in the guest book to say they are following. That way I know who 'follows the site', followers get regular updates and I don’t have to join Google+ Hope this is OK with every one.<br /><br /><br /><br />introducing<br /><br />THE PAINT SHED</span></span></span><br />
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<br />Forgetmenot525http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771321877704271297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141072325605385036.post-28134934199770648532013-03-23T16:31:00.004-07:002013-03-23T16:44:29.000-07:00The bathroom. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">Above; Awoman bathing her feet; Jean<span style="font-size: large;">-Leon Gerome </span> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">BATHROOMS.<br /><br />My new bathroom is getting closer.<br />They were here today taking measurements. <br />I’m helping, I’m stripping wallpaper. <br />I’ve already taken all the old shelves and cabinets down. <br />I’m also going to paint the ceiling<br />You can’t imagine how grateful I am.<br />All I can think about is bathrooms.<br /><br />The bathroom is my inspiration for Art Sunday today.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">This site has lots of vintage pictures of bathrooms.<br /><br /><a href="http://1912bungalow.com/2004/03/historical-bathroom-photos-2/">http://1912bungalow.com/2004/03/historical-bathroom-photos-2/</a></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;"><br />This is a site full of bathroom <span style="font-size: large;">prints </span>.<br /><br /><a href="http://bathroomartprints.com/">http://bathroomartprints.com/</a><br /><br /><br />So here are my ‘bathroom’ inspired paintings.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The Tub, Dagas</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Re<span style="font-size: large;">d haired bather, Dagas</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">La Toilette , Dagas</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">The Toilette<span style="font-size: large;">,</span> Mary <span style="font-size: large;">C</span>assell</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<i>Thank you for making it easier for me to follow you. :-)</i></span></span></span></span>Forgetmenot525http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771321877704271297noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141072325605385036.post-2526191039298188552013-03-17T07:04:00.000-07:002013-03-17T07:04:01.939-07:00Artemisia Gentileschi: Early Italian Baroque painter. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Artemisia Gentileschi: <br />1593-1652 was an Italian Early Baroque painter, today considered one of the most accomplished painters in the generation influenced by Caravaggio. In an era when women painters were not easily accepted by the artistic community, she was the first female painter to become a member of the Accademia di Arte del Disegno in Florence. She was one of the first female artists to paint historical and religious paintings, at a time when such heroic themes were considered beyond a woman's reach. Artemisia Gentileschi was born in Rome, July 8, 1593, the first child of the Tuscan painter Orazio Gentileschi, one of the best representatives of the school of Caravaggio. Artemisia was introduced to painting in her father's workshop, showing much more talent than her brothers, who worked alongside her. She learned drawing, how to mix color and how to paint. Since her father's style took inspiration from Caravaggio during that period, her style was just as heavily influenced in turn. But her approach to subject matter was different from her father's, as her paintings are highly naturalistic, where Orazio's are idealized. The first work of the young 17-year-old Artemisia was the Susanna e i Vecchioni (Susanna and the Elders) (1610, Schönborn collection in Pommersfelden). The picture shows how Artemisia assimilated the realism of Caravaggio without being indifferent to the language of the Bologna school<br />During the trial Artemisia was given a gynecological examination and was tortured using a device made of thongs wrapped around the fingers and tightened by degrees ?? a particularly cruel torture to a painter. Both procedures were used to corroborate the truth of her allegation, the torture device used due to the belief that if a person can tell the same story under torture as without it, the story must be true</span></span></span></i><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />Artemisia Gentileschi:<br /> (Born July 8th 1593, Died 1653) <br />Artemisia Gentileschi was the most important, in fact the ONLY important woman painter of Early Modern Europe. <br />She was born on July 8, 1593 to artist Orazio Gentileschi, and his wife Prudentia Montone, who died when Artemisia was only 12. Her father trained her from an early age as an artist, mostly for his own benefit. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">He didn’t expect his daughter to become an artist, he just expected her to be competent enough to assist him. He introduced her to the numerous artists of Rome, including Caravaggio whose use of dramatic chiaroscuro (light and shadow) came to have a great influence on her work. As a woman she was excluded from apprenticeship in the studios of successful artists, she was excluded for any official training or education. She remained illiterate, unable to read or write at all until adulthood. She relied on her own innate skill and the technical instruction of her father to produce her early paintings. However, regardless of these disadvantages, she was producing works which were remarkable at the young age of just seventeen. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is when she painted her interpretation of Susanna and the Elders, (painted in 1610). This was a radical painting. Other contemporary paintings of this subject focused on the men and portrayed Susanna in the role of seductress and whore. Artemisia showed two lecherous old men leering over the wall at a shy and terrified and young woman. It was this painting that forced her father to recognize her as more than his assistant and a painter in her own right. It soon became obvious that his daughter was more talented than him. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">As was the normal practice of the time; Orazio Gentileschi worked in collaboration with several other painters. One of these was a sleezy young man from Florence, called Agostino Tassi. Orazio apparently took this young painter into his home, without any checks on the young mans background, introduced him to his daughter and allowed the young man unchaperoned access to Artemisia on the pretext of providing her with tuition. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Since Tassi had previously earned the reputation as a man not to be trusted around women, it’s hard to understand why Orazio willingly allowed this, but he did. Tassi pursued Artemisia and eventually cornered her and brutally raped her. When she admitted the rape, which was about a year after it happened, her father filed suit against Tassi for injury and damage.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> When Artemisia accused Tassi of rape it seems the father turned against her and was more concerned about the family name and the unlikelihood of Artemisia ever finding a husband than he was about the ordeal suffered by his daughter. During the year following the rape, Tassi manipulated and blackmailed Artemisia. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">He told her no one would believe her, her reputation was ruined and she would be scorned by every one. He promised to marry her if she kept quiet and allowed him to share her bed; and she agreed, probably because she felt she had no choice. Remarkably; the transcripts of the seven-month-long rape trial have survived and amongst the evidence is the record of the damage inflicted to Tassi by Artemisia in her ferocious attempt to fight him off.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">According to trial records Artemisia testified that Tassi, with the help of family friends, had attempted to be alone with her repeatedly, and raped her when he finally succeeded in cornering her in her bedroom. She told how he tried to placate her afterwards by promising to marry her, and how he successfully gained access to her bedroom on the strength of that promise. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">She told how he always avoided keeping his promise and never actually married her. The trial records could be written for any modern tabloid, they tell how she was accused of not being a virgin at the time and of having many lovers before the incident. She was forced to undergo examination by midwives to determine whether she had been "deflowered" recently or a long time ago.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Perhaps even harder to bare for Artemisia was the testimony of Tassi that her artistic skills were so poor he had been employed to teach her the rules of perspective. He claimed this is what he was doing on the day of the alleged rape. Tassi denied ever having had sexual relations with Artemisia and brought witnesses to testify that she was "an insatiable whore." Their testimony was refuted by Orazio (who brought countersuit for perjury), and Artemisia's accusations against Tassi were corroborated by a former friend of his who recounted Tassi's boasting about his sexual exploits at Artemisia's expense. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">It was then revealed that Tassi had earlier been imprisoned for incest with his sister-in-law and had been charged with arranging the murder of his wife. He was ultimately convicted on the charge of raping Artemisia; Tassi was convicted, but released by the judge. That was the same judge who ordered Artemisia to be tortured as a means of proving her honesty. She risked her painters hands to the thumb screw in order to prove her innocence and even after she was believed he served under a year in prison and to make matters worse, he was then invited back into the Gentileschi household by Orazio. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uJiYOjPwM4/UUXMoAQSmgI/AAAAAAAACCo/PCBIA3yw4bU/s1600/The_angel_Artemisia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uJiYOjPwM4/UUXMoAQSmgI/AAAAAAAACCo/PCBIA3yw4bU/s640/The_angel_Artemisia.jpg" width="250" /></a>This unwelcome invite no doubt encouraged (the already pregnant) Artemisia into the hastily arranged marriage to Florentine artist and family friend Pietro Antonio di Vincenzo Stiattesi. They married just one month after the trial ended, in November of 1612, and then moved to Florence. The marriage only lasted a few years but while she was married she and her husband both worked at the Academy of Design, and in 1616 Artemisia became an official member of the Academy, which was previously unheard of for a woman. This honour was only made possible because she was supported by her patron the Grand Duke Cosimo 11, member of the powerful Medici family. Prior to this, although she was the main bred winner of the family, it was her husband who negotiated commissions and the buying and selling of her work and equipment. Her paintings were owned by her husband, she was virtually owned by her husband, and all dealings concerning patrons, commissions and finance, were dealt with by the husband but; following her admission to the Academy, she became an emancipated woman and was able to conduct her own affairs. Membership of the Academy allowed Artemisia to officially gain emancipation and independence. During her time in Florence, her patron, the Grand Duke, commissioned several paintings from her, he was a real fan of her work but when he died in 1621 she left Florence and returned to Rome as head of her own household. By this time Artemisia had grown into an educated and cultured woman, mostly self taught and she was a prolific and respected painter. <br />Over the next few years she moved around, always as head of her own household which usually comprised of herself, her daughters and her maidservants, and always as a successful painter. She was commissioned by some of the periods’ most influential people for works in Rome, Genoa, Naples and Venice. She was continually struggling to balance her own artistic preferences with the preferences of her patrons, who made her livelihood possible. She was also constantly seeking new patrons. The patron she finally attached herself was King Charles I of England. Artemisia was in residence at the English court between 1638 and 1641, she was one of many continental artists invited there by the art-collecting king. <br />She may even have gone to England at her fathers request to assist him in his ambitious project of decorating the ceilings of Queen’s house at Greenwich. In the years immediately following the rape and trial father and daughter were estranged, but in later life they were reunited and are known to have worked together. After civil war had broken out in England in 1641 Artemisia returned to Naples where she lived until her death. <br /><br />She remained very active at Naples, she painting at least five variations on Bathsheba and perhaps another Judith during those final years. During her last ten years, her primary patron was Don Antonio Ruffo; more is known about these final years than many others due to 28 of her letters to him which have survived. <br /><br />The exact cause and date of Artemisia's death is not recorded, but she most likely died in 1652. Despite being one of the best painters of her time, despite her extraordinary talent and technical expertise; the rape trial, her unconventional life as an emancipated female painter, and her preference for paintings of powerful women struggling against male dominance, did not endear her to the male aristocracy. <br />The only record of her death is in two satiric epitaphs, frequently translated and reprinted, they make no mention of her art but figure her in exclusively sexual terms as a nymphomaniac and adulterer. Thirty four of her paintings survive today, as well as the near complete transcript of the rape trial, published in full in Mary Gerrard's Artemisia Gentileschi, The Image of the Female Hero in Italian Baroque Art. This is a book worth reading. <br /><br />Art historian Charles Moffat believes Artemisia may have committed suicide, which would explain why the cause of her death was not recorded. Personally I find that hard to believe, I can’t imagine why a woman who had the courage to be an independent woman in an age of the patriarch, who had suffered rape but refused to be victimized and who lived through the brutalizing ordeal of the rape trial and torture would then, when she had found independence and success, commit suicide. We will never know with certainty how or why she died, but we can know she was a remarkable painter, and more importantly, a remarkable woman.<br /></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://www.portappinstudio.co.uk/artists/midge/biography">http://www.portappinstudio.co.uk/artists/midge/biography</a><br /><br />Please visit her website, there are many examples of her extraordinary work. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Her work is mainly inspired by West Highland land and seascapes and by regular visits to the Corbières region of southwest France. She uses techniques which include dyeing, fabric manipulation with machine embroidery, paint and handmade silk paper.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br />And the reason all of this is relevant is because these women brought needlecraft and embroidery out from the shadows and made it part of mainstream art. Prior to this movement needlecraft was thought of as something genteel ladies did to pass the time, it was not considered ‘art’.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"> Needlecraft was the poor relation in the art world; it was low status art and could not compete with ‘proper art’ produced by male artists. Margaret and Frances MacDonald, and their fellow Glasgow Girls changed this, their work was clever, intricate and original, it made its mark on the art world. They paved the way for contemporary artists like Midge Gourlay. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">It’s no coincidence that Midge trained at the same college, Glasgow College of Art’, as the Glasgow Girls attended over 100 years ago. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">I think this is truly a case of ‘you reap what you sow’…………….Her work is so sought after and respected various Churches have commissioned her to produce spcial pieces for them.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmpmX8cYfzk/UTFP9ynP2OI/AAAAAAAAB-M/w0jzXtoq_SU/s1600/land16.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmpmX8cYfzk/UTFP9ynP2OI/AAAAAAAAB-M/w0jzXtoq_SU/s640/land16.jpg" width="640" /></a>Personally I’m very taken with her choice of colours, these paintnings remind me of the song ‘Lucy in the sky with diamonds’, within these paintings you find the ‘tangerine trees and marmalade skies’, and the ‘Cellophane flowers of yellow and green’. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">I think this lady must be the original ‘girl with the kaleidoscope eyes’. It never ceases to amaze me how so many fine Scottish Artists manage to reproduce the landscape in these vibrant colours. To the untrained eye, Scotland and its landscapes can appear dull, gray and permanently overcast. This lady sees and reproduces the hidden colours of Scotland.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br />About Claire Wills<br />Claire graduated from the University of Humberside in 1996 with a degree in Fine Art after which she travelled extensively, gaining inspiration from a wide variety of different cultures and locations such as Tanzania, Budapest, Germany, Jamaica, Ireland, the Channel Islands, and also Cornwall and rural Herefordshire.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br />In her paintings Claire aims to create engaging contemporary interpretations of land and seascapes through abstract ideas of places or scenes, and she particularly enjoys making paintings of wide-open spaces, which give a feeling of calm isolation where ‘one can become lost in thought’.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br />Claire uses mixed media; layers of delicate papers are often used to create a surface with a variety of patterns and textures as a base on which to work.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br />Most recently Claire has been focusing on landscapes and seascapes, often inspired by the many pretty towns and villages of Scotland.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br />Rosa Sepple was born in London of Italian/British parents. As a child she divided her time between Venice and London and was often in the company of her Italian grandfather, the artist Salvatore Casagrande.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ93fQDMfWY/URbttjgTeFI/AAAAAAAAB7k/iZbkQWHZki8/s1600/Rosa-Sepple-9651-Red-Stilettos-hq.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ93fQDMfWY/URbttjgTeFI/AAAAAAAAB7k/iZbkQWHZki8/s640/Rosa-Sepple-9651-Red-Stilettos-hq.jpg" width="564" /></a> Rosa is a self taught painter who began her career as an artist in the late nineties when she produced vibrant and highly original watercolour paintings. <br />Her paintings are fun, colourful, whimsical and slightly reminiscent of Chagall. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Another example of how TamO'Shanter has been illustrated.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Tam O’Shanter has been the inspiration for many artists. These old prints are the original illustrations to the poem by John Faed <br /><br /><br /> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br />One of Burns' best-loved tales is the story of a farmer from Maidens who, against his wife's good advice, gets into trouble as a result of his fondness for drink and an eye for the lasses. The poem is a favourite feature of Burns Suppers across the world and many Scottish pubs will give a free dram or two to anyone who can give a good recitation, start to finish, a good recital means in a good rendering of the old dialect. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">The story, which was inspired by the local tales Burns heard as a boy, is set in Ayr and Alloway, and reaches its scary but comic climax at the old Brig O'Doon. Burns based the poems characters on his own friends and characters he knew from the local taverns. In her memoir of Burns, his wife, Jean Armour, recalls watching him laughing as he walked along the banks of the River Nith, gesturing wildly and composing the poem out loud. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Perhaps more than any other of his poems, Tam O'Shanter captures the spirit of poetry that was first awakened in the young Robert Burns, sitting around the fire in Burns Cottage and listening to the ghost stories of old Betty Davidson.<br /> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jMLw3IbhcM/UQV2PPSK3uI/AAAAAAAAB4I/66Ks4u22uns/s1600/80152_Tam_5_1000_122_388lo_122_388lo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="406" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5jMLw3IbhcM/UQV2PPSK3uI/AAAAAAAAB4I/66Ks4u22uns/s640/80152_Tam_5_1000_122_388lo_122_388lo.jpg" width="640" /></a>The late medieval Brig O’Doon was chosen by Burns for the climax of his tale, Tam O’Shanter. It spans the beautiful river Doon, the auld brig (old bridge) gives visitors a chance to walk on the very spot where Tam’s mare, Meg, made her last heroic leap for freedom - leaving her tail still in the clutches of Nan, the “Cutty Sark” witch.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">This is a rehash of an old Multiply post. On one of my visits to my daughter while she was living in A<span style="font-size: large;">y</span>rshire, we visited an exhibition of paintings by Scottish artist Alexander Goudie depicting the famous Burns poem, ‘TamO’Shanter’ . </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br /><a href="http://www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/tamoshanter.htm">http://www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/tamoshanter.htm</a><br /><br />Robert Burns' epic poem "Tam O'Shanter" is widely hailed as the Scottish bard's finest work. But one of the greatest and funniest ghost stories ever written is scarcely intelligible to non-Scots because it is written in the rich lowland Scots dialect of more than 200 years ago.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br />Now an exhibition aims to make "Tam" more accessible, telling the story of his wild, drunken ride across the Brig O'Doon, to escape pursuing witches, in a series of paintings valued at £500,000.<br /> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">The 54 paintings, by the Scottish artist Alexander Goudie, have gone on display at Burns' birthplace, Alloway, near Ayr, and will eventually go on tour throughout the world.<br />Each painting represents a successive stanza in the poem, which was compared by Sir Walter Scott to Shakespeare's best work and is declaimed around the world at Burns' Supper nights.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br />Every Scot understands full well: "She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, / A bletherin, blusterin, drunken blellum." But not many other folk realise that this, one of the easier passages of "Tam O'Shanter", translates as: "She castigated you for what you are, an inebriated waster, all talk, babble and bluster."……………..or words to that effect. <br /> </span></span></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qufch6imGs/UQVporAFqII/AAAAAAAAB2Q/VSMnRUNd0Cw/s1600/kings+may+be+blessed.bmp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="636" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qufch6imGs/UQVporAFqII/AAAAAAAAB2Q/VSMnRUNd0Cw/s640/kings+may+be+blessed.bmp" width="640" /></a><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Goudie's paintings, commissioned for the planned but subsequently stalled National Gallery of Scottish Art and Design in Glasgow, were in danger of being sold off in separate lots before the Scottish multi-millionaires Brian Souter and Tom Hunter intervened with £500,000 pounds to keep the collection together.<br /> </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Its permanent home will be at the South Ayrshire Art Gallery at Rozelle Park, Alloway. The gallery curator Elizabeth Kwasnik said she believed the paintings will attract more visitors than ever to Burns' country. "We also intend getting them out on tour. There are huge Burns' appreciation societies in every country in the world, including China, Russia, Hungary, the Czech Republic and Japan."</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br /><br /><br /><br />A little biographical information and some more paintings here. <br /><br />Alexander Goudie the artist</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br />Finally, just so it all makes sense, the poem with translation.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/tamoshanter.htm">http://www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/tamoshanter.htm</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>the video
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</b></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><b><br />Tam o' Shanter (Original) </b></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><br />When chapmen billies leave the street,<br />And drouthy neibors, neibors meet,<br />As market days are wearing late,<br />An' folk begin to tak the gate;<br />While we sit bousing at the nappy,<br />And getting fou and unco happy,<br />We think na on the lang Scots miles,<br />The mosses, waters, slaps, and styles,<br />That lie between us and our hame,<br />Where sits our sulky sullen dame.<br />Gathering her brows like gathering storm,<br />Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.<br />This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter, <br />As he frae Ayr ae night did canter, <br />(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses <br />For honest men and bonie lasses.) <br />O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise, <br />As ta'en thy ain wife Kate's advice! <br />She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum, <br />A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum; <br />That frae November till October, <br />Ae market-day thou was nae sober; <br />That ilka melder, wi' the miller, <br />Thou sat as lang as thou had siller; <br />That every naig was ca'd a shoe on, <br />The smith and thee gat roaring fou on; <br />That at the Lord's house, even on Sunday, <br />Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday. <br />She prophesied that late or soon, <br />Thou would be found deep drown'd in Doon; <br />Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk, <br />By Alloway's auld haunted kirk.<br />Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet, <br />To think how mony counsels sweet, <br />How mony lengthen'd, sage advices, <br />The husband frae the wife despises! <br />But to our tale:-- Ae market-night, <br />Tam had got planted unco right; <br />Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely, <br />Wi' reaming swats, that drank divinely <br />And at his elbow, Souter Johnny, <br />His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony; <br />Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither-- <br />They had been fou for weeks thegither! <br />The night drave on wi' sangs and clatter <br />And ay the ale was growing better: <br />The landlady and Tam grew gracious,<br />wi' favours secret,sweet and precious<br />The Souter tauld his queerest stories; <br />The landlord's laugh was ready chorus: <br />The storm without might rair and rustle, <br />Tam did na mind the storm a whistle. <br />Care, mad to see a man sae happy, <br />E'en drown'd himsel' amang the nappy! <br />As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure, <br />The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure: <br />Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious. <br />O'er a' the ills o' life victorious! <br />But pleasures are like poppies spread, <br />You sieze the flower, its bloom is shed; <br />Or like the snow falls in the river, <br />A moment white--then melts for ever; <br />Or like the borealis race, <br />That flit ere you can point their place; <br />Or like the rainbow's lovely form <br />Evanishing amid the storm.-- <br />Nae man can tether time or tide; <br />The hour approaches Tam maun ride; <br />That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, <br />That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; <br />And sic a night he taks the road in <br />As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. <br />The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; <br />The rattling showers rose on the blast; <br />The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd <br />Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd: <br />That night, a child might understand, <br />The Deil had business on his hand. <br />Weel mounted on his gray mare, Meg-- <br />A better never lifted leg-- <br />Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire;<br />Despisin' wind and rain and fire. <br />Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet; <br />Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet; <br />Whiles glowring round wi' prudent cares, <br />Lest bogles catch him unawares: <br />Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh, <br />Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry.<br />By this time he was cross the ford, <br />Whare, in the snaw, the chapman smoor'd; <br />And past the birks and meikle stane, <br />Whare drunken Chairlie brak 's neck-bane; <br />And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, <br />Whare hunters fand the murder'd bairn; <br />And near the thorn, aboon the well, <br />Whare Mungo's mither hang'd hersel'.-- <br />Before him Doon pours all his floods; <br />The doubling storm roars thro' the woods; <br />The lightnings flash from pole to pole; <br />Near and more near the thunders roll: <br />When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees, <br />Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze; <br />Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing; <br />And loud resounded mirth and dancing. <br />Inspiring bold John Barleycorn! <br />What dangers thou canst make us scorn! <br />Wi' tippeny, we fear nae evil; <br />Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!-- <br />The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle, <br />Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle. <br />But Maggie stood, right sair astonish'd, <br />Till, by the heel and hand admonish'd, <br />She ventured forward on the light; <br />And, vow! Tam saw an unco sight <br />Warlocks and witches in a dance; <br />Nae cotillion brent-new frae France, <br />But hornpipes, jigs strathspeys, and reels, <br />Put life and mettle in their heels. <br />A winnock-bunker in the east, <br />There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast; <br />A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large, <br />To gie them music was his charge: <br />He scre'd the pipes and gart them skirl, <br />Till roof and rafters a' did dirl.-- <br />Coffins stood round, like open presses, <br />That shaw'd the dead in their last dresses; <br />And by some develish cantraip slight, <br />Each in its cauld hand held a light.-- <br />By which heroic Tam was able <br />To note upon the haly table, <br />A murders's banes in gibbet-airns; <br />Twa span-lang, wee, unchristen'd bairns; <br />A thief, new-cutted frae a rape, <br />Wi' his last gasp his gab did gape; <br />Five tomahawks, wi blude red-rusted; <br />Five scymitars, wi' murder crusted; <br />A garter, which a babe had strangled; <br />A knife, a father's throat had mangled, <br />Whom his ain son o' life bereft, <br />The gray hairs yet stack to the heft;<br />Wi' mair o' horrible and awfu', <br />Which even to name was be unlawfu'. <br />Three lawyers' tongues, turn'd inside out, <br />Wi' lies seam'd like a beggar's clout; <br />Three priests' hearts, rotten, black as muck, <br />Lay stinking, vile in every neuk. <br />As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious, <br />The mirth and fun grew fast and furious; <br />The piper loud and louder blew; <br />The dancers quick and quicker flew; <br />They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit, <br />Till ilka carlin swat and reekit, <br />And coost her duddies to the wark, <br />And linket at it in her sark! <br />Now Tam, O Tam! had thae been queans, <br />A' plump and strapping in their teens, <br />Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flannen, <br />Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linnen! <br />Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair, <br />That ance were plush, o' gude blue hair, <br />I wad hae gi'en them off my hurdies, <br />For ae blink o' the bonie burdies! <br />But wither'd beldams, auld and droll, <br />Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal,<br />Louping and flinging on a crummock,<br />I wonder did na turn thy stomach!<br />But Tam kend what was what fu' brawlie:<br />There was ae winsome wench and waulie, <br />That night enlisted in the core, <br />Lang after ken'd on Carrick shore; <br />(For mony a beast to dead she shot, <br />And perish'd mony a bonie boat, <br />And shook baith meikle corn and bear, <br />And kept the country-side in fear.) <br />Her cutty-sark, o' Paisley harn <br />That while a lassie she had worn, <br />In longitude tho' sorely scanty, <br />It was her best, and she was vauntie,- <br />Ah! little ken'd thy reverend grannie, <br />That sark she coft for he wee Nannie, <br />Wi' twa pund Scots, ('twas a' her riches), <br />Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches! <br />But here my Muse her wing maun cour; <br />Sic flights are far beyond her pow'r; <br />To sing how Nannie lap and flang, <br />(A souple jade she was, and strang), <br />And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, <br />And thought his very een enrich'd; <br />Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, <br />And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main; <br />Till first ae caper, syne anither, <br />Tam tint his reason ' thegither, <br />And roars out, "Weel done, Cutty-sark!" <br />And in an instant all was dark: <br />And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, <br />When out the hellish legion sallied. <br />As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, <br />When plundering herds assail their byke; <br />As open pussie's mortal foes, <br />When, pop! she starts before their nose; <br />As eager runs the market-crowd, <br />When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud; <br />So Maggie runs, the witches follow, <br />Wi' mony an eldritch skriech and hollo. <br />Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin'! <br />In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin'! <br />In vain thy Kate awaits thy commin'! <br />Kate soon will be a woefu' woman! <br />Now, do thy speedy utmost, Meg, <br />And win the key-stane o' the brig; <br />There at them thou thy tail may toss, <br />A running stream they dare na cross. <br />But ere the key-stane she could make, <br />The fient a tail she had to shake! <br />For Nannie, far before the rest, <br />Hard upon noble Maggie prest, <br />And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle; <br />But little wist she Maggie's mettle - <br />Ae spring brought off her master hale, <br />But left behind her ain gray tail; <br />The carlin claught her by the rump, <br />And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. <br />No, wha this tale o' truth shall read,<br />Ilk man and mother's son take heed; <br />Whene'er to drink you are inclin'd, <br />Or cutty-sarks run in your mind, <br />Think! ye may buy joys o'er dear - <br />Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><b><br />Tam o' Shanter (Translation) </b><br />When the peddler people leave the streets,<br />And thirsty neighbours, neighbours meet; <br />As market days are wearing late,<br />And folk begin to take the road home, <br />While we sit boozing strong ale,<br />And getting drunk and very happy,<br />We don’t think of the long Scots miles, <br />The marshes, waters, steps and stiles, <br />That lie between us and our home,<br />Where sits our sulky, sullen dame (wife),<br />Gathering her brows like a gathering storm, <br />Nursing her wrath, to keep it warm. <br />This truth finds honest Tam o' Shanter,<br />As he from Ayr one night did canter;<br />Old Ayr, which never a town surpasses,<br />For honest men and bonny lasses.<br />Oh Tam, had you but been so wise,<br />As to have taken your own wife Kate’s advice!<br />She told you well you were a waster,<br />A rambling, blustering, drunken boaster,<br />That from November until October,<br />Each market day you were not sober;<br />During each milling period with the miller,<br />You sat as long as you had money,<br />For every horse he put a shoe on,<br />The blacksmith and you got roaring drunk on;<br />That at the Lords House, even on Sunday,<br />You drank with Kirkton Jean till Monday.<br />She prophesied, that, late or soon,<br />You would be found deep drowned in Doon,<br />Or caught by warlocks in the murk,<br />By Alloway’s old haunted church.<br />Ah, gentle ladies, it makes me cry,<br />To think how many counsels sweet,<br />How much long and wise advice<br />The husband from the wife despises! <br />But to our tale :- One market night,<br />Tam was seated just right,<br />Next to a fireplace, blazing finely,<br />With creamy ales, that drank divinely;<br />And at his elbow, Cobbler Johnny,<br />His ancient, trusted, thirsty crony;<br />Tom loved him like a very brother,<br />They had been drunk for weeks together.<br />The night drove on with songs and clatter,<br />And every ale was tasting better;<br />The landlady and Tam grew gracious,<br />With secret favours, sweet and precious;<br />The cobbler told his queerest stories;<br />The landlord’s laugh was ready chorus:<br />Outside, the storm might roar and rustle,<br />Tam did not mind the storm a whistle. <br />Care, mad to see a man so happy,<br />Even drowned himself in ale.<br />As bees fly home with loads of treasure,<br />The minutes winged their way with pleasure:<br />Kings may be blessed, but Tam was glorious,<br />Over all the ills of life victorious. <br />But pleasures are like poppies spread:<br />You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;<br />Or like the snow fall on the river,<br />A moment white - then melts forever,<br />Or like the Aurora Borealis rays,<br />That move before you can point to their place;<br />Or like the rainbow’s lovely form,<br />Vanishing amid the storm.<br />No man can tether time or tide,<br />The hour approaches Tom must ride:<br />That hour, of night’s black arch - the key-stone,<br />That dreary hour he mounts his beast in<br />And such a night he takes to the road in<br />As never a poor sinner had been out in. <br />The wind blew as if it had blown its last;<br />The rattling showers rose on the blast;<br />The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed,<br />Loud, deep and long the thunder bellowed:<br />That night, a child might understand,<br />The Devil had business on his hand.<br />Well mounted on his grey mare, Meg.<br />A better never lifted leg,<br />Tom, raced on through mud and mire,<br />Despising wind and rain and fire;<br />Whilst holding fast his good blue bonnet,<br />While crooning over some old Scots sonnet,<br />Whilst glowering round with prudent care,<br />Lest ghosts catch him unaware:<br />Alloway’s Church was drawing near,<br />Where ghosts and owls nightly cry.<br />By this time he was across the ford,<br />Where in the snow the pedlar got smothered;<br />And past the birch trees and the huge stone,<br />Where drunken Charlie broke his neck bone;<br />And through the thorns, and past the monument,<br />Where hunters found the murdered child;<br />And near the thorn, above the well,<br />Where Mungo’s mother hung herself.<br />Before him the river Doon pours all his floods;<br />The doubling storm roars throught the woods;<br />The lightnings flashes from pole to pole;<br />Nearer and more near the thunder rolls;<br />When, glimmering through the groaning trees,<br />Alloway’s Church seemed in a blaze,<br />Through every gap , light beams were glancing,<br />And loud resounded mirth and dancing. <br />Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn! (whisky)<br />What dangers you can make us scorn!<br />With ale, we fear no evil;<br />With whisky, we’ll face the Devil!<br />The ales so swam in Tam’s head,<br />Fair play, he didn’t care a farthing for devils.<br />But Maggie stood, right sore astonished,<br />Till, by the heel and hand admonished,<br />She ventured forward on the light;<br />And, vow! Tom saw an incredible sight! <br />Warlocks and witches in a dance:<br />No cotillion, brand new from France,<br />But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels,<br />Put life and mettle in their heels.<br />In a window alcove in the east,<br />There sat Old Nick, in shape of beast;<br />A shaggy dog, black, grim, and large,<br />To give them music was his charge:<br />He screwed the pipes and made them squeal,<br />Till roof and rafters all did ring.<br />Coffins stood round, like open presses,<br />That showed the dead in their last dresses;<br />And, by some devilish magic sleight,<br />Each in its cold hand held a light:<br />By which heroic Tom was able<br />To note upon the holy table,<br />A murderer’s bones, in gibbet-irons;<br />Two span-long, small, unchristened babies;<br />A thief just cut from his hanging rope -<br />With his last gasp his mouth did gape;<br />Five tomahawks with blood red-rusted;<br />Five scimitars with murder crusted;<br />A garter with which a baby had strangled;<br />A knife a father’s throat had mangled -<br />Whom his own son of life bereft -<br />The grey-hairs yet stack to the shaft;<br />With more o' horrible and awful,<br />Which even to name would be unlawful.<br />Three Lawyers’ tongues, turned inside out,<br />Sown with lies like a beggar’s cloth -<br />Three Priests’ hearts, rotten, black as muck<br />Lay stinking, vile, in every nook. <br />As Thomas glowered, amazed, and curious,<br />The mirth and fun grew fast and furious;<br />The piper loud and louder blew,<br />The dancers quick and quicker flew,<br />They reeled, they set, they crossed, they linked,<br />Till every witch sweated and smelled,<br />And cast her ragged clothes to the floor,<br />And danced deftly at it in her underskirts! <br />Now Tam, O Tam! had these been young girls,<br />All plump and strapping in their teens!<br />Their underskirts, instead of greasy flannel,<br />Been snow-white seventeen hundred linen! -<br />The trousers of mine, my only pair,<br />That once were plush, of good blue hair,<br />I would have given them off my buttocks<br />For one blink of those pretty girls ! <br />But withered hags, old and droll,<br />Ugly enough to suckle a foal,<br />Leaping and flinging on a stick,<br />Its a wonder it didn’t turn your stomach! <br />But Tam knew what was what well enough:<br />There was one winsome, jolly wench,<br />That night enlisted in the core,<br />Long after known on Carrick shore<br />(For many a beast to dead she shot,<br />And perished many a bonnie boat,<br />And shook both much corn and barley,<br />And kept the country-side in fear.)<br />Her short underskirt, o’ Paisley cloth,<br />That while a young lass she had worn,<br />In longitude though very limited,<br />It was her best, and she was proud. . .<br />Ah! little knew your reverend grandmother,<br />That skirt she bought for her little grandaughter,<br />With two Scots pounds (it was all her riches),<br />Would ever graced a dance of witches! <br />But here my tale must stoop and bow,<br />Such words are far beyond her power;<br />To sing how Nannie leaped and kicked<br />(A supple youth she was, and strong);<br />And how Tom stood like one bewitched,<br />And thought his very eyes enriched;<br />Even Satan glowered, and fidgeted full of lust,<br />And jerked and blew with might and main;<br />Till first one caper, then another,<br />Tom lost his reason all together,<br />And roars out: ‘ Well done, short skirt! ’<br />And in an instant all was dark;<br />And scarcely had he Maggie rallied,<br />When out the hellish legion sallied. <br />As bees buzz out with angry wrath,<br />When plundering herds assail their hive;<br />As a wild hare’s mortal foes,<br />When, pop! she starts running before their nose;<br />As eager runs the market-crowd,<br />When ‘ Catch the thief! ’ resounds aloud:<br />So Maggie runs, the witches follow,<br />With many an unearthly scream and holler.<br />Ah, Tom! Ah, Tom! You will get what's coming!<br />In hell they will roast you like a herring!<br />In vain your Kate awaits your coming !<br />Kate soon will be a woeful woman!<br />Now, do your speedy utmost, Meg,<br />And beat them to the key-stone of the bridge;<br />There, you may toss your tale at them,<br />A running stream they dare not cross!<br />But before the key-stone she could make,<br />She had to shake a tail at the fiend;<br />For Nannie, far before the rest,<br />Hard upon noble Maggie pressed,<br />And flew at Tam with furious aim;<br />But little knew she Maggie’s mettle!<br />One spring brought off her master whole,<br />But left behind her own grey tail:<br />The witch caught her by the rump,<br />And left poor Maggie scarce a stump. <br />Now, who this tale of truth shall read,<br />Each man, and mother’s son, take heed:<br />Whenever to drink you are inclined,<br />Or short skirts run in your mind,<br />Think! you may buy joys over dear:<br />Remember Tam o’ Shanter’s mare.</span></span></span>Forgetmenot525http://www.blogger.com/profile/15771321877704271297noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-141072325605385036.post-12864575390438248272013-01-23T15:11:00.000-08:002013-01-23T15:11:02.157-08:00Gaugin, <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Eugène Henri Paul Gauguin, french artist born 7 June 1848, died 8 May 1903)<br /> </span></span></span></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJTl0Q0KMCY/UQBq7ZgGnkI/AAAAAAAABzI/JfqKF477fzo/s1600/Gauguin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="382" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJTl0Q0KMCY/UQBq7ZgGnkI/AAAAAAAABzI/JfqKF477fzo/s640/Gauguin.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">He was a leading French Post-Impressionist artist whose talents were only properly recognised posthumously. After his death his experimental use of color and style, that were noticeably different from the other Impressionist painters, became appreciated and his work gained in popularity. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">He influenced many artists who came after him, notably, Pablo Picasso, and Henri Matisse. Once Gauguin’s art began to rise in popularity, the Russian collector Sergei Shchukin added many of them to his private collection. .Gauguin’s work, with its bright colours, anatomically incorrect figures and the slightly ‘off’ perspective paved the way for the Primitivism style of art which was to follow. </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XbMFsE7D1go/UQBrasl9JHI/AAAAAAAABzg/1V52M6UG-04/s1600/gauguin-matamua.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XbMFsE7D1go/UQBrasl9JHI/AAAAAAAABzg/1V52M6UG-04/s640/gauguin-matamua.jpg" width="468" /></a><br />Biography; <br />Married a Danish woman, Mette-Sophie Gad in 1873 and over the following ten years fathered five children to her. By 1884, Gauguin had moved his family to Copenhagen, where he pursued an unsuccessful business career as a tarpaulin salesman. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">His wife became the breadwinner by giving French lessons to trainee diplomats. His middle-class family and marriage fell apart after 11 years when Gauguin returned to Paris and began painting full time. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">In 1888 he spent nine weeks painting with Van Gogh in Arles, it was during this time he first suffered periods of severe depression. He traveled to Martinique in search of an idyllic landscape and worked as a laborer on the Panama Canal construction; <br /> </span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcR-CYZxDWk/UQBrxe7bMVI/AAAAAAAABzw/DYVk1M7oCTE/s1600/Golden-Harvest-Painting-by-Paul-Gauguin.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="494" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcR-CYZxDWk/UQBrxe7bMVI/AAAAAAAABzw/DYVk1M7oCTE/s640/Golden-Harvest-Painting-by-Paul-Gauguin.jpg" width="640" /></a>In 1891, Gauguin sailed to French Polynesia to escape European civilization and "everything that is artificial and conventional" He wrote a book titled Noa Noa describing his experiences in Tahiti. There have been allegations by modern critics that the contents of the book were fantasized and plagiarized.</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkUlOg2Qot4/UQBsGWABTPI/AAAAAAAABz4/p3nNnoIDk60/s1600/Paul%2520Gauguin2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="554" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EkUlOg2Qot4/UQBsGWABTPI/AAAAAAAABz4/p3nNnoIDk60/s640/Paul%2520Gauguin2.jpg" width="640" /></a>Gauguin left France again on 3 July 1895, never to return. His time away, particularly in Tahiti and Hiva Oa Island, was the subject of much interest both then and in modern times due to his relationships with several of the Island girls. </span></span></span></span><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoJl2XozLLo/UQBsW2psdeI/AAAAAAAAB0A/I4-brkqWb3E/s1600/Paul-Gauguin-h.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LoJl2XozLLo/UQBsW2psdeI/AAAAAAAAB0A/I4-brkqWb3E/s640/Paul-Gauguin-h.jpg" width="640" /></a>Gauguin’s offspring almost formed an artistic legacy, of the children from his marriage; Jean René became a well-known sculptor and a staunch socialist, Pola (Paul Rollon) became an artist and art critic and wrote a memoir, My Father, Paul Gauguin. </span></span></span></span><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhl3AsRtV54/UQBskxobw4I/AAAAAAAAB0I/8A64F_A12UM/s1600/Paul-Gauguin-Woman-with-Mango.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dhl3AsRtV54/UQBskxobw4I/AAAAAAAAB0I/8A64F_A12UM/s640/Paul-Gauguin-Woman-with-Mango.jpg" width="426" /></a> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">Gauguin also had several children by his Island mistresses: he had Germaine with Juliette Huais, Emile Marae a Tai with Pau'ura; and a daughter with Mari-Rose. There is also speculation that the Belgian artist Germaine Chardon was Gauguin's daughter. Emile Marae a Tai, illiterate and raised in Tahiti, was brought to Chicago by French journalist Josette Giraud in 1963 and became a respected artist.</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-roQ92lTYS0g/UQBs2r0NnmI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/9Dnr03_Mdyk/s1600/Readheaded-Woman-and-Sunflowers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="416" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-roQ92lTYS0g/UQBs2r0NnmI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/9Dnr03_Mdyk/s640/Readheaded-Woman-and-Sunflowers.jpg" width="640" /></a>In French Polynesia, toward the end of his life, sick and suffering from an unhealed injury, he got into legal trouble for taking the natives' side against French colonialists. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">On 27 March 1903, while living in the Marquesas Islands, he was charged with libeling the governor, M Guicheray, and given three days to prepare his defense. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">He was fined 500 francs and sentenced to three months in prison. On 2 April, he appealed for a new trial in Papeete. At the second trial, Gauguin was fined 500 francs and sentenced to one month in prison. </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;">At that time he was being supported by the art dealer Ambroise Vollard. Suffering from syphilis, he died at 11 a.m. on 8 May 1903 of an overdose of morphine and possibly heart attack before he could start the prison sentence. His body had been weakened by alcohol and a dissipated life. He was 54 years old.</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Comic Sans MS";"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xnRWDGx2Ck/UQBtZoinU4I/AAAAAAAAB0o/sAsJvHmhRpo/s1600/thCAJ69ZBN.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xnRWDGx2Ck/UQBtZoinU4I/AAAAAAAAB0o/sAsJvHmhRpo/s640/thCAJ69ZBN.jpg" width="475" /></a> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">It’s the twelfth night, the decorations are down and packed away and I’m supposed to be going back to work tomorrow. I came across this Canadian environmentalist, conservationist and wildlife artist over the Christmas holidays. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">He hasn’t always painted in this realistic style but this is the style he uses now in homage to the natural environment he loves so much. The ones I’ve chosen have a winter theme, but he paints the scenery and wildlife in all seasons and all weather conditions. I chose these in keeping with this present time of year, the holidays are over but spring is still a long way off. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XR05-vA4Wus/UOntVVQG93I/AAAAAAAABu4/cjw0kK_gNPA/s1600/FrostyMorningBluejay_RobertBateman.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XR05-vA4Wus/UOntVVQG93I/AAAAAAAABu4/cjw0kK_gNPA/s640/FrostyMorningBluejay_RobertBateman.jpg" width="482" /></a><a href="http://www.robertbateman.ca/">http://www.robertbateman.ca/</a><br /><br />what he says of himself;</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8gV5UBDzOk/UOntdbuEUzI/AAAAAAAABvA/r1ZoXcFu1kw/s1600/Snowhare_RobertBateman.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="386" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B8gV5UBDzOk/UOntdbuEUzI/AAAAAAAABvA/r1ZoXcFu1kw/s640/Snowhare_RobertBateman.jpg" width="640" /></a>"I can't conceive of anything being more varied and rich and handsome than the planet Earth. And its crowning beauty is the natural world. I want to soak it up, to understand it as well as I can, and to absorb it . . . and then I'd like to put it together and express it in my paintings. This is the way I want to dedicate my work." <br /> -Robert Bateman</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IkvfaNariiE/UOntolGY61I/AAAAAAAABvI/aSai3QqtIC8/s1600/WalkersLine_RobertBateman_.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="420" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IkvfaNariiE/UOntolGY61I/AAAAAAAABvI/aSai3QqtIC8/s640/WalkersLine_RobertBateman_.jpg" width="640" /></a>Information from <br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Bateman_(painter)">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Bateman_(painter)</a><br /><br />Bateman was always interested in art, but never intended on making a living from it. He was fascinated by the natural world in his childhood; he recorded the sightings of all of the birds in the area of his house in Toronto. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">He found inspiration from the Group of Seven; he was also interested in making abstract paintings of nature. It wasn’t until the mid 1960’s that he changed to his present style, realism. In 1954, he graduated with a degree in geography from Victoria College in the University of Toronto. Afterwards, he attended Ontario College of Education. Although the stage was set for an expert wildlife artist, Bateman moved on to be a high school art/geography teacher. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">However, he still painted in his free time. It wasn’t until the 1970s and 1980s that his work started to receive major recognition. Robert Bateman's show in 1987, at the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, DC, drew a large crowd for a living artist. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;"><br />Bateman also has approximately six books devoted solely to his paintings. Bateman's decision in 1977 to produce reproductions of his paintings through Mill Pond Press has been criticized by some who feel that the reproductions are "overpriced posters that cheapen the legitimate art market". The reproductions are popular items, being sold in print galleries across Canada and more internationally.<br />In 1999, the Audubon Society of Canada declared Bateman one of the top 100 environmental proponents of the 20th century. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;"><br />Today, Robert Bateman lives in Saltspring Island in British Columbia with his second wife Birgit Freybe Bateman. Robert Bateman Secondary School in Abbotsford, British Columbia, Robert Bateman High School in Burlington, Ontario, and Robert Bateman Elementary School, Ottawa, Ontario are all named after him.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yGVvL_Q73YM/UOnuFs2bz0I/AAAAAAAABvg/I-J04rsUt50/s1600/WinterLadyCardinal.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="462" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yGVvL_Q73YM/UOnuFs2bz0I/AAAAAAAABvg/I-J04rsUt50/s640/WinterLadyCardinal.jpg" width="640" /></a>In 2000, Bateman began the Get to Know program in British Columbia to educate young people about nature and to inspire youth to connect to the natural world. <br />In 2005 Bateman volunteered for an assessment of chemicals present in his body that had a proven negative health effect. The assessment was sponsored by the organization Environmental Defence. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;"><br />In 2007, Robert Bateman and Birgit Freybe Bateman gifted Royal Roads University with original art, giclées, photographs, sketch books and artifacts – valued at over $11 million. Royal Roads is currently fundraising to build the Robert Bateman Centre. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #660000;">The Robert Bateman Centre aims to be an education centre with a range of accessible and relevant programming. The Centre will be situated in Hatley Park National Historic Site and will showcase green building technology.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"> Bednobs and Broomsticks.<br /><br />Today has been the first day since Christmas day that I’ve felt well enough to get out of bed. I’m still not well but at least I’m managing to stay awake for more than 30 minutes at a time. I thought I would make the effort to get dressed and spend a couple hours in the living room watching TV. <br />‘Bednobs and Broomsticks’ happened to be on TV. It’s a while since I’ve since I’ve seen this film, it reminds me of when my kids were young and we used to spend Sunday afternoons watching films. We watched silly films like Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, Mary Poppins and this one and even now my grandchildren still like watching these silly old films. I couldn’t help thinking it was quite apt, this was the first time I had been out of bed and I found myself watching a film about a bunch of people transported around on an old iron framed bed. And then I thought maybe it was some sort of omen, beds feature in quite a few paintings, and here are a few of them. <br /><br />No 1 ( above) has to be the very famous VINCENT VAN GOGH: “La chambre de Van Gogh à Arles (Van Gogh's room at Arles)”, Van Gogh first painted his room in Arles in October 1888 (Amsterdam, Rijksmuseum Van Gogh), and, one year later, he painted two more versions while living in Saint-Rémy, this one is one of the later ones and the most elaborate of the three.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjU-vGo3wII/UOC4WKq1VAI/AAAAAAAABr0/mHb8T3b2UbQ/s1600/toulouse-lautrec-bed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="496" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LjU-vGo3wII/UOC4WKq1VAI/AAAAAAAABr0/mHb8T3b2UbQ/s640/toulouse-lautrec-bed.jpg" width="640" /></a>No 2 HENRI DE TOULOUSE-LAUTREC: “Dans le lit (In bed)", 1893 This is one (and arguably the best) of the several scenes of a couple in bed painted by Toulouse-Lautrec,</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjDmyadjS1s/UOC4g58HMJI/AAAAAAAABr8/t__wLIpR6lE/s1600/manet-olympia.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="438" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjDmyadjS1s/UOC4g58HMJI/AAAAAAAABr8/t__wLIpR6lE/s640/manet-olympia.jpg" width="640" /></a>No 3 EDOUARD MANET: "Olympia", this was first exhibited in 1865 and the painting was not liked by art critics of the time. However, it was much admired by Émile Zola.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jISdmD5PWaM/UOC4rqc-HII/AAAAAAAABsE/10lfXQc_EyM/s1600/MaryCassattBreakfastInBed.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="530" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jISdmD5PWaM/UOC4rqc-HII/AAAAAAAABsE/10lfXQc_EyM/s640/MaryCassattBreakfastInBed.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />No 4 Mary Cassatt's painting Breakfast In Bed, one of the loveliest portrayals of mother and child.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OhO-DgjD6uk/UOC43Aw63NI/AAAAAAAABsM/72naldTThU4/s1600/john_henry_fuseli_-_the_nightmare.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="510" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OhO-DgjD6uk/UOC43Aw63NI/AAAAAAAABsM/72naldTThU4/s640/john_henry_fuseli_-_the_nightmare.jpg" width="640" /></a>No 5 The Nightmare: Henry Fuseli, 1781, this is the one that most resembles my confinement to bed……….the stuff that nightmar4s are made of.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6jblREhoE4/UOC5BgWEnvI/AAAAAAAABsU/yVUnY28XD-c/s1600/andrew-wyeth-master-bedroom.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="460" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6jblREhoE4/UOC5BgWEnvI/AAAAAAAABsU/yVUnY28XD-c/s640/andrew-wyeth-master-bedroom.jpg" width="640" /></a>No 6 Master Bedroon by Andrew Wyeth, no one can resist this painting. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #783f04;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doJidGlrAMA/UOC5cQpwHtI/AAAAAAAABsc/gUZHdKYrdpE/s1600/the-poor-poet.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="518" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-doJidGlrAMA/UOC5cQpwHtI/AAAAAAAABsc/gUZHdKYrdpE/s640/the-poor-poet.jpg" width="640" /></a>No 7 The Poor Poet by Carl Spitzweg. This is one of my favourites, I love the detail. A poll of Germans listed this painting as their second favorite painting of all time second only to Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa. It has often been used in literary works to exemplify the metaphor of the starving artist. Unfortunately, this painting has been stolen on two different occasions. The thieves in 1989 were more successful as the original work remains among the missing<br /></span></span></span>
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