ohmagawd my source of inspiration is back kjafhasfö
вторник, 25 июня 2013
Я эту игрулю жду ещё с её анонса. То есть где-то 7 лет.
ohmagawd my source of inspiration is back kjafhasfö
ohmagawd my source of inspiration is back kjafhasfö
воскресенье, 09 июня 2013
Datierung: 1908-1909
Technik: Öl
Material: Leinwand
Maße: Höhe: 400 cm; Breite: 250 cm;
Standort: ausgestellt in der Staatsgalerie Stuttgart
Hinweis: Staatsgalerie Stuttgart, erworben 1971

Text: Beckmanns "Auferstehung" stellt eine Verbindung des modernen Gesellschaftsbilds mit dem barockem Altarbild dar. Stilistisch steht der Künstler hier der Berliner Sezession nahe. Der Himmel öffnet sich und inmitten einer eleganten Gesellschaft steigen die Erlösten empor, während links die Verdammten gebeugt hinabsteigen. Der autobiographische Bezug des Gemäldes wird durch erkennbare Porträts deutlich, darunter links der Künstler selbst, seine Schwiegermutter und seine Frau Minna. Die Formalität der Zeitgenossen kontrastiert mit der bewegten Ekstase der aufstrebenden Leiber, die an vergleichbare Darstellungen des "Jüngsten Gerichts" von Michelangelo und Rubens oder an Rodins "Höllenpforte" erinnern.
Titel engl.: Resurrection
Text engl.: Stylistically close to the Berlin Secessionists, Beckmann's 'Resurrection' shows a portrait of modern society in the form of a Baroque altarpiece. Heaven opens it gates, and the redeemed ascend amidst an elegant soiree, while the damned descend bent-over on the left. Autobiographical references are contained in a series of identifiable portraits: among them the ar-tist himself, his mother-in-law and his wife Minna in a white dress on the left, further acquaintances on the right. The formality of the contemporaries contrasts markedly with the vibrant ecstasy of the ascending bodies, which bring to mind comparable depictions of the Last 'Judgement' by Michelangelo and Rubens and also Rodin's 'Gates of Hell'.
воскресенье, 28 апреля 2013
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понедельник, 19 марта 2012
Published version of La Belle Dame Sans Merci, 1820
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
Alone and palely loitering;
The sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheek a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful, a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery's song.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said,
I love thee true.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she gaz'd and sighed deep,
And there I shut her wild sad eyes--
So kiss'd to sleep.
And there we slumber'd on the moss,
And there I dream'd, ah woe betide,
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cry'd--"La belle Dame sans merci
Hath thee in thrall!"
I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
On the cold hill side.
And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.
понедельник, 16 января 2012