“The sun is God.” For him. the light was divine emanation, but also creative playfulness that comparing with the water and the sky. Of course, the English painter of the nineteenth century had also portrayed human figures at work, but it was the grandeur of nature that he had tried to capture with brushes and colors. By capturing images of …

The Diary of a life, is the one written by an illiterate italian  man, born in 1899. That document was written by Vincenzo Rabito with an old typewriter, when he was over 70 years of age. He writes – in 7 years – 1027 pages, which recount his life. Only after his death, his son Giovanni, finds what his father …

“I Am Vertical, but I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil, sucking up minerals and motherly love, so that each March I may gleam into leaf, nor am I the beauty of a garden bed. Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, unknowing I must soon unpetal. Compared with me, …

It was a day in late July of 1890, the small town of Auvers-sur-Oise was dozing, but the noise of the firing of a gun had broken the peace, along with the life of a painter who loved the vineyards and the thatched roofs of the old houses. The fields of wheat that he has painted, they are still in …

Now, she is waiting for us under two elms in Sussex. Before visiting the Monk’s House of Virginia Wolf, we must remain a little next to those trees, because it is from that roots that she lives every year. They remind us of the happiness of a daughter  much loved, the sadness of a girl raped, but also the celebrity …

His shadow is everywhere, even though no one of his works remained in this city. Still, he remained in the Camargue for 15 months, giving to the joy of our eyes the colors of 300 paintings. http://www.arlestourisme.com/  . Of course, stay in the city of Arles, Vincent Van Gogh had given to creative inspiration, a passion for art bathed in …

“I closed my window because I do not want to hear the crying, but behind the gray walls that crying is heard no more. There are very few angels that sing, a few barking dogs; one thousand violins come in the palm of my hand. But the weeping is an immense dog, crying is an immense angel, the weeping is …

“A lover is his backyard, the one where he hangs his heart, because he wants to win the favor of all. Having him for anybody, to hand the flame, until he is the dog house, he strives to please.” Naive and flirtatious with Moliere and Marivaux, the seductive woman also well had known and interpreted the roles offered to her …

I am happy to meet you once again Today we are in the Camargue, and what is right before your eyes is an ancient and beautiful city by the sea, Saintes-Maries de la Mer. Why just today, May 24, in this place? Simple, this is the day in which – each year, and by a long time – Rom and …

The Cave of Chauvet it is just 88 kilometers as the crow flies from Aigue-Mortes, but in less than two hours you have the opportunity to travel that distance that separates you from the prehistoric site, discovered in 1994, and still full of images and colors, that have not heard from millennia the human presence. Although the Upper Paleolithic era …