Colour Full
I'm back, have been away being busy busy. Over to Canada, then family were all here for my bro's wedding, and thrown in at the end are end of year exams etc. Right now, I have 4 essays due in 2 weeks! arrgh...Still, I'm enjoying the quietness of now.
I have spent 5-6 hours today reading. Reading for essay due in 4 days. Reading about Vanessa Bell, sister to Virginnia Woolf (author) wife to Clive Bell (Art Historian) Lover to Roger Fry (Art Critic and catalyst in modern movement in art in Britian) also Lover to Duncan Grant (gay artist with whom she worked very closely with). Vanessa Bell was a central female figure in the Bloomsbury group and I'm writing an essay on her painting: Studland Beach (1911), a defining artwork in her career, the beginning of Post-Impressionism in the UK.
Anyway, the reason for this post...I just read this and think it should be shared:
"But the coloured canvasses would not wait until dawn. Blue stepped forward and bowed down and sand a melody with the tones from which he created the damp depths of his ploughed fields, and the stone of his rocks, the height of his skies and the glitter of his water. Then came Green, carrying the sap of his cyprus trees, the silver of his olives, and the silent wealth of his bushes and grass. Then Orange leapt forward, in her garment of fire, raising a shout as she passed through the room. Orange was not alone, Carime and Geranium Red danced with her. The moved like waves of luminous smoke from licking flames and sometimes they seemed like large winged butterflies with great patterns on their backs. The floor was covered with the red of the tiles in Arles, and in between shone sapphire and emerald. When they had all come to pay their tribute a fanfare sounded, and Yellow, his black-eyed mistress entered in her Chinese robe of state. Ten women came with her, the fairest of the Empire, garbed in gentler tones of the same yellow and stood at her side bearing sunflowers."
This is written by Julius Meier-Graefe in his biography of Van Gogh.
I have a renewed respect for the mans sense of colour! love love.
I have spent 5-6 hours today reading. Reading for essay due in 4 days. Reading about Vanessa Bell, sister to Virginnia Woolf (author) wife to Clive Bell (Art Historian) Lover to Roger Fry (Art Critic and catalyst in modern movement in art in Britian) also Lover to Duncan Grant (gay artist with whom she worked very closely with). Vanessa Bell was a central female figure in the Bloomsbury group and I'm writing an essay on her painting: Studland Beach (1911), a defining artwork in her career, the beginning of Post-Impressionism in the UK.
Anyway, the reason for this post...I just read this and think it should be shared:
"But the coloured canvasses would not wait until dawn. Blue stepped forward and bowed down and sand a melody with the tones from which he created the damp depths of his ploughed fields, and the stone of his rocks, the height of his skies and the glitter of his water. Then came Green, carrying the sap of his cyprus trees, the silver of his olives, and the silent wealth of his bushes and grass. Then Orange leapt forward, in her garment of fire, raising a shout as she passed through the room. Orange was not alone, Carime and Geranium Red danced with her. The moved like waves of luminous smoke from licking flames and sometimes they seemed like large winged butterflies with great patterns on their backs. The floor was covered with the red of the tiles in Arles, and in between shone sapphire and emerald. When they had all come to pay their tribute a fanfare sounded, and Yellow, his black-eyed mistress entered in her Chinese robe of state. Ten women came with her, the fairest of the Empire, garbed in gentler tones of the same yellow and stood at her side bearing sunflowers."
This is written by Julius Meier-Graefe in his biography of Van Gogh.
I have a renewed respect for the mans sense of colour! love love.
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