Meeting Benches World art in all forms
VARIATIONS OF HUMAN FACE: Observe intuitively a painted face, capturing the inner sensory structure
A MEDITERRANEAN COCKTAIL: Houses of limestone and tuff, history and charm. Yes, you are in the Isle of Capri, Italy
White houses, made with limestone and tuff. Roof terraces, filled with pergolas and times. Many ways very twisty and 2500 years of history. Welcome to Capri, a cocktail really true Mediterranean. Maybe even you will go in the Piazza Umberto I, to enjoy a coffee, watching the view of Marina Grande. Of course, a walk to the Certosa di San …
Read More »RENE’ MAGRITTE (1898/1967), BELGIAN PAINTER – The surrealist artist, the man able to made works in special way,challenging observers’ preconditioned perceptions of reality
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Georges Brassens: Les amoureux des bancs publics
Les gens qui voient de travers, pensent que les bancs verts qu’on voit sur les trottoirs, sont faits pour les impotents ou les ventripotents, mais c’est une absurdité. Car à la vérité, ils sont là c’est notoire, pour accueillir quelque temps les amours débutants. Les amoureux qui s’bécott’nt sur les bancs publics, en s’fouttant pas mal du regard oblique des …
Read More »JACKSON POLLOCK (1912/1956), AMERICAN PAINTER: The painting moving in the canvases of his Abstract Expressionism
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Jacques Brel: Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas. Il faut oublier, tout peut s’oublier qui s’enfuit déjà. Oublier le temps des malentendus, et le temps perdu. A savoir comment, oublier ces heures qui tuaient parfois. A coups de pourquoi, le cœur du bonheur. Ne me quitte pas. Moi je t’offrirai des perles de pluie, venues de pays ou il ne pleut pas. Je creuserai …
Read More »SALVADOR DALI’ (1904/1989), SPANISH PAINTER: The skilled surrealist who knew the nuances of emotional memory
WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY – Francis Cabrel: I have loved you, I love you and I will love you
My naked child on the pebbles, the wind in your hair defeats, like a spring on my way. A diamond of a cabinet fell, only the light could unpack our secret hideouts. O took my fingers on your wrist. I have loved you, I love you and I will love you. Whatever you do, love is everywhere you look. In …
Read More »JOHN PUGH, AMERICAN PAINTER: A three-dimensional illusion fiction, created with large trompe l’oeil wall murals
DROPS OF DARKNESS – Painters of the night. From cherry blossoms fall images. So, in the gray dawn, stars detach from the sky
