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Interieur (1951). Edgar Fernhout (Dutch, 1912-1974). Centraal Museum Utrecht.
In his early period, Fernhout painted still lifes and portraits. He was initially influenced by his mother’s realistic style. He began to experiment with other styles and subjects, but through the influence of his mother, he returned to a precise realism.

books0977:

Interieur (1951). Edgar Fernhout (Dutch, 1912-1974). Centraal Museum Utrecht.

In his early period, Fernhout painted still lifes and portraits. He was initially influenced by his mother’s realistic style. He began to experiment with other styles and subjects, but through the influence of his mother, he returned to a precise realism.

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lectorconstante:

And death shall have no dominion.No more may gulls cry at their earsOr waves break loud on the seashores; Where blew a flower may a flower no moreLift its head to the blows of the rain; Though they be mad and dead as nails,Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,And death shall have no dominion. 
(el poema es de Dylan Thomas, el dibujo de Esad Ribic)

lectorconstante:

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

(el poema es de Dylan Thomas, el dibujo de Esad Ribic)

lectorconstante:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan’s men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you’d return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
(el poema es de Sylvia Plath, la pinta Joshua Middleton)

lectorconstante:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

(el poema es de Sylvia Plath, la pinta Joshua Middleton)

Alexandra Espinosa

Maximiliano Andrade

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The cityscapes and industrial vignettes of Valerio D’Ospina are at once weighted with melancholy and alive with motion and energy. The italian-born artist demonstrates a refined technique that incorporates his distinctive emotive aesthetic with a masterful appreciation of the classic traditions.