Day: January 22, 2022

Nue Couchée by Dorothea Tanning

~ JezzieG
Nue Couchée by Dorothea Tanning

Nue Couchée
1969-70
Sculpture
Cotton textile, cardboard, 7 table tennis balls, wool and thread
Tate, London, UK

A sculptural piece, Nue Couchée introduces Tanning’s weighty, contorted, and headless figures. The work stands in defiant subversion to the languid reclining female sitter of classical painting, confronting outdated fantasy projections of the female body by presenting a woman entangled by complex and invisible interior psychic forces.

Dorothea Tanning

Dorothea Tanning
Surrealism, Installation Art, Proto-Feminist Artists, Modern Sculpture
Born: 25 August 1910, Illinois, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 31 January 2012, New York, USA

Tanning was a painter, printmaker, sculptor, writer, and poet. Art pervades much of Tanning’s life; her images, objects, and texts have become worthwhile art and her very presence transformed photographs and moments in time to make them more artistic. The whirlwind energy that followed Tanning as a person is found in her brushstrokes. Tanning’s complete oeuvre is dominated by her unstoppable life force characteristics. Her ideas were too big for rural Illinois so Tanning left for Chicago and then New York. In New York she found both the style and company that she identified as a Surrealist. She also married Max Ernst. Tanning meticulously depicted her own dreams throughout her long career. This psychological exploration of self continued as he work developed into the more abstract and sculptural.

Tatermarsch by Johannes Haarklou

~ JezzieG

Tatermarsch
Poetic Piano

Johannes Haarklou

Johannes Haarklou
Orchestral
Born: 13 May 1847, Førde, Norway
Nationality: Norwegian
Died: 26 November 1926, Oslo, Norway

Haarklou was a composer, organist, conductor, and music critic. He attended Balestrand lærerskole followed by the Stord lærerskole, graduating in 1868. Haarklou studied the organ and harmony in Drammen, and in 1872 studied with Ludvig Mathias Lindeman in Christiania. In 1876 Haarklou was an organist at Tangen Church at Drammen and conducted his first orchestral work in 1877

The Four Times of Day: Evening

~ JezzieG
The Four Times of Day: Evening by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, 1858. Oil on wood. National Gallery, London, UK

The Four Times of Day: Evening
Form: Rondeau
Theme: Peace
Subject: The Four Times of Day: Evening by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot

Those muted tones of silver-green
Reflect the path where faith has been
And the man of mystery makes his way
A pilgrimage at the end of day
His silence, understanding the scene
He speaks not of where he has been
Of things he’s done and things he’s seen
Tonight his words are meant to pray
Those muted tones
A spirit of love can’t be seen
His soul knows what it all can mean
As through the trees, he makes his way
His silence says all there is to say
In muted tones

©JGFarmer2022

Heart of Stone by Suzi Quatro

~ JezzieG
Suzi Quatro

Suzi Quatro

Suzi Quatro is a singer-songwriter, musician, and actress. She scored several hits in the 1970s, often finding greater success in Europe and Australia than the USA, including ‘Can the Can, and ‘Devil Gate Drive’.

Heart of Stone
Album: Main Attraction
Date: 1982
Genre: Rock

Lyrics by Suzi Quatro and Christopher John Andrews

Well I gambled, played the game
Took my chances once again
Yes I’m always a fool for love when I’m feeling lonely
And I know he’s caused me pain
But I need him just the same
‘Cos I ain’t got the strength to say no when the nights are colder

Another heart made of stone
And a love I cannot own
And he cuts me to the bone
Another heart of stone

You know the fools who love and run
And I know I’ve been fooled by some
All those promises made disappear in the haze of the morning sun
I wanna take you in my arms
Wanna drink in all your charms
Even though it’d tear me apart when the night is over

Another heart made of stone
And a love I cannot own
And he cuts me to the bone
Another heart of stone
No matter what do I say
If I give it all away
Still won’t make me stay

Another heart of stone
And if I wield the axe
Don’t make him realise
Will he ever know the reason why I’m blue
Another heart made of stone
And a love I cannot own
And he cuts me to the bone
Another heart of stone

They tell me lovin’ rules the night
But you know love ain’t right
If it’s given to one whose affection has no meaning
Still I gamble like before
And I’ll take just a little bit more
‘Cos your arms hold a thousand reasons to keep me dreaming

Another heart made of stone
And a love I cannot own
And he cuts me to the bone
Another heart of stone
And if I wield the axe
Don’t make him realise
Will he ever know the reason why I’m blue
Another heart of stone
Another heart of stone

Dust and Rain

~ JezzieG

Ivor says it all here

Ivor.Plumber/Poet

Feature Image Above: A watercolour painting by Carole Steven.

Dust and Rain

Life eventually returns to dust

Think me morbid if you must

Funerals do that to me

Eulogies sting me like a bee

That gentle bite numbed my mind

To that sea of blurry faces, sincere and kind

My selfless tears did drown

In memories of pain

Of her being lowered down

On that day when I could not stop the rain

Ivor Steven (c) January 2022

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Thich Nhat Hanh passes on . . . May our loving thoughts strengthen him.

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Purplerays

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    This body is not me,
    I am not limited by this body.
    I am life without boundaries.

    I have never been born,
    and I have never died.

    Look at the infinite oceans and skies filled with stars,
    Manifestations from the basis of consciousness

    Since beginningless time I have been free.
    Birth and death are only doors through which we pass,
    sacred thresholds on our journey.

    Birth and death are a game of hide-and-seek.
    So laugh with me,
    hold my hand,
    let us say good-bye,
    say good-bye, to meet again soon.

    We meet today,
    We will meet again tomorrow.
    We will meet at the source every moment.
    We meet each other in all forms, on the myriad paths of life.

    ~ Thích Nhất Hạnh, “No Death, No Fear”
    (11 Oct 1926 – 22 Jan 2022)

          Text and image source: The Cosmic Dancer https://www.facebook.com/1575991952646313/posts/3097589553819871/

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