Very like that Monet piece–or was it Manet? Art-history is not my strong suit. Just a stray memory. Something firing up some old neuron or other. It may have been entitled “Three worlds,” or something similar. Once again, I resist the urge to google….
I had the fortune to see the Monet exhibit when it passed through town a decade or so ago. It was very interesting, although I do not always know what to make of visual art.
ah yes. He’s the one. My Aunt Gay calls him Claw-day Mone-nay. I like the pre-Raphaelites myself, being a closet romantic. I like Whistler and Sargent too. I was pleased to be able to see the 30 Views of Fuji exhibit at the Sakura Matsuri a couple of years ago in DC. Seeing my icon again, in real life, gave me much pleasure. I compare a lot of “modern” artmess to refrigerator art. Yes, I am a Philistine. and in spite of what my husband opines, sometimes I write a good poem. I am particularly fond of “shuushi” (specific – autumn contemplation). and I am wicked. I caused Mrs. Emeron to spew coffee upon her monitor thanks to Kunoichi-no-Chesterfield. I am pleased to have made her laugh. 😊
I find it sad that when I google “Romantic Realism” I find mostly links to my own site.
We have several pre-Raphaelite prints around the house. Periodically we find a nicely framed one hiding in a shop all on its lonesome, oddly listed for but a few dollars. When we find such a gem, we buy it; it’s like receiving a little gift from the Heavens.
There is no need for romantics, romanticists, romantic realists, name them as you will, to be “closeted,” as you say. Hopeless Romantics: come out, come out, wherever you are!!! I say.
Like you, until I fell deeply and totally in love, words were just things to push around, food was simply consumed (except for fried chicken and deviled eggs), music was just there. And then, I fell in love. You know how that ended. I pushed myself and my frozen heart into exile, wandered about the desert for awhile. But love blossomed again. A different love, but love. I don’t know if I will ever give myself again like that time, but I dream of it. I like the Pre-Raphaelites because while they are so blatantly romantic and passionate, there is still a holding back, restraint. I have found that unrelenting passion and love in my poetry (false and faulty as it is), and the love of God. In spite of what you say, I know you understand this. The day you and Mrs. Emeron had to make “some decision”, I didn’t know what it was or entailed, but I prayed for the two of you. Please pray for me. I have painful and hard decisions to make about my mother. But anyway, I have enjoyed the Catskinner books so much, I am doing a rarity – I am writing a review. I’ve not done that since a university paper on the elements of the grotesque in the works of Flannery O’Connor. A “book report” – what ho!
Wonderful! I am glad you are doing so. And interesting thing about the Pre-Raphaelites, as I understand it, is that their paintings in general, as per their manifesto, regard nature in some way. It is not transparent, however there will be something natural in each painting. I an looking right now at one–I cannot remember which artist painted it, nor its title, but it is the one with then knight in red and the maiden in blue on the spiral tower staircase. If you look to the lower left, you will see a flower on the step next to the lady’s foot. A delicate flower dropped in a moment of passion by a delicate flower! And there, do you have a fair approximation of Dear Mrs. Emeron’s delicate form, by way of sating any curiosity you may have. Although my sweetheart’s hair is (was, rather) much darker. The maiden in the painting has a hair colour much more approaching mine (of years past.)
I probably know more about the Pre-Raphaelites than any normal human should, but then again, I did and do extensive studies of the Victorian age and freuently bore people with information regarding those times. I know I raise the hackles of folks who want to pontificate about our present evil and degenerate times by holding forth about the Victorian era. People never change. The knight and lady with red stairs are not familiar to me, however. I am going to take a wild guess that the knight is a ginger.
What a beautiful painting. Several stories could be written on that meeting. Apparently Burton was not considered to be one of the PRB, although the style, colors, subject, and that rose would certainly place at least that one work of his in the PRB. I am familiar with his sketches but not as well versed in his work as apparently, I should be. Thank you!
Do not mention it. I was more than happy to look it up for you. I could have simply looked on the print itself (we have a lifesize one under glass) but I did not wish to wake My Sweetheart and so I just resorted to Google. I searched pre-Raphaelite images and simply kept scrolling down until I found the print in question. Thereafter I found the wikipedia article, which was most illuminating, if you have not yet investigated it.
I cannot tell you how that painting touched me. I thought of the lovers and the poingnancy of it. It truly made me cry when I thought of my Samurai and I…but then, everything makes me cry these days, but this love……
anyway, I posted a tanka and the painting. a small thing but my heart was speaking.
And yes! Thank you for your hilarious post(s). We enjoy them. And Mrs. Emeron does benefit from a laugh or two. She is so very serious–although it can difficult to see that through her very humorous side.
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Nov 01, 2013 @ 01:44:55
Very like that Monet piece–or was it Manet? Art-history is not my strong suit. Just a stray memory. Something firing up some old neuron or other. It may have been entitled “Three worlds,” or something similar. Once again, I resist the urge to google….
Nov 01, 2013 @ 07:41:47
I can never keep the two guys separate from each other. I just know I like the water lilies one does and the one with the red Chinese bridge.
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Nov 02, 2013 @ 04:50:39
I had the fortune to see the Monet exhibit when it passed through town a decade or so ago. It was very interesting, although I do not always know what to make of visual art.
Nov 02, 2013 @ 10:13:39
ah yes. He’s the one. My Aunt Gay calls him Claw-day Mone-nay. I like the pre-Raphaelites myself, being a closet romantic. I like Whistler and Sargent too. I was pleased to be able to see the 30 Views of Fuji exhibit at the Sakura Matsuri a couple of years ago in DC. Seeing my icon again, in real life, gave me much pleasure. I compare a lot of “modern” artmess to refrigerator art. Yes, I am a Philistine. and in spite of what my husband opines, sometimes I write a good poem. I am particularly fond of “shuushi” (specific – autumn contemplation). and I am wicked. I caused Mrs. Emeron to spew coffee upon her monitor thanks to Kunoichi-no-Chesterfield. I am pleased to have made her laugh. 😊
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Nov 02, 2013 @ 15:08:45
I find it sad that when I google “Romantic Realism” I find mostly links to my own site.
We have several pre-Raphaelite prints around the house. Periodically we find a nicely framed one hiding in a shop all on its lonesome, oddly listed for but a few dollars. When we find such a gem, we buy it; it’s like receiving a little gift from the Heavens.
There is no need for romantics, romanticists, romantic realists, name them as you will, to be “closeted,” as you say. Hopeless Romantics: come out, come out, wherever you are!!! I say.
Nov 03, 2013 @ 17:14:59
Like you, until I fell deeply and totally in love, words were just things to push around, food was simply consumed (except for fried chicken and deviled eggs), music was just there. And then, I fell in love. You know how that ended. I pushed myself and my frozen heart into exile, wandered about the desert for awhile. But love blossomed again. A different love, but love. I don’t know if I will ever give myself again like that time, but I dream of it. I like the Pre-Raphaelites because while they are so blatantly romantic and passionate, there is still a holding back, restraint. I have found that unrelenting passion and love in my poetry (false and faulty as it is), and the love of God. In spite of what you say, I know you understand this. The day you and Mrs. Emeron had to make “some decision”, I didn’t know what it was or entailed, but I prayed for the two of you. Please pray for me. I have painful and hard decisions to make about my mother. But anyway, I have enjoyed the Catskinner books so much, I am doing a rarity – I am writing a review. I’ve not done that since a university paper on the elements of the grotesque in the works of Flannery O’Connor. A “book report” – what ho!
Nov 05, 2013 @ 05:44:57
Wonderful! I am glad you are doing so. And interesting thing about the Pre-Raphaelites, as I understand it, is that their paintings in general, as per their manifesto, regard nature in some way. It is not transparent, however there will be something natural in each painting. I an looking right now at one–I cannot remember which artist painted it, nor its title, but it is the one with then knight in red and the maiden in blue on the spiral tower staircase. If you look to the lower left, you will see a flower on the step next to the lady’s foot. A delicate flower dropped in a moment of passion by a delicate flower! And there, do you have a fair approximation of Dear Mrs. Emeron’s delicate form, by way of sating any curiosity you may have. Although my sweetheart’s hair is (was, rather) much darker. The maiden in the painting has a hair colour much more approaching mine (of years past.)
Nov 05, 2013 @ 11:11:11
I probably know more about the Pre-Raphaelites than any normal human should, but then again, I did and do extensive studies of the Victorian age and freuently bore people with information regarding those times. I know I raise the hackles of folks who want to pontificate about our present evil and degenerate times by holding forth about the Victorian era. People never change. The knight and lady with red stairs are not familiar to me, however. I am going to take a wild guess that the knight is a ginger.
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Nov 06, 2013 @ 01:57:15
I have looked up the mysterious print for you. it is “Meeting on the turret stairs,” by F. Burton
Nov 06, 2013 @ 08:02:03
What a beautiful painting. Several stories could be written on that meeting. Apparently Burton was not considered to be one of the PRB, although the style, colors, subject, and that rose would certainly place at least that one work of his in the PRB. I am familiar with his sketches but not as well versed in his work as apparently, I should be. Thank you!
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Nov 07, 2013 @ 01:55:50
Do not mention it. I was more than happy to look it up for you. I could have simply looked on the print itself (we have a lifesize one under glass) but I did not wish to wake My Sweetheart and so I just resorted to Google. I searched pre-Raphaelite images and simply kept scrolling down until I found the print in question. Thereafter I found the wikipedia article, which was most illuminating, if you have not yet investigated it.
Nov 07, 2013 @ 08:56:23
I cannot tell you how that painting touched me. I thought of the lovers and the poingnancy of it. It truly made me cry when I thought of my Samurai and I…but then, everything makes me cry these days, but this love……
anyway, I posted a tanka and the painting. a small thing but my heart was speaking.
> Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2013 06:55:51 +0000 > To: thspencer51@hotmail.com >
Nov 11, 2013 @ 03:06:54
I read it. It was quite lovely.
Nov 02, 2013 @ 15:22:39
And yes! Thank you for your hilarious post(s). We enjoy them. And Mrs. Emeron does benefit from a laugh or two. She is so very serious–although it can difficult to see that through her very humorous side.
Nov 03, 2013 @ 17:05:17
When I can make her laugh, I am almost childishly pleased.
Nov 05, 2013 @ 05:46:04
As am I. She does need, and benefits greatly by such laughter.