Category: Art

My man! The ultimate Creative

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If you could meet a historical figure, who would it be and why?

His temperamental streak stayed with him from childhood, incredibly complex and totally driven. This demanding forceful speaker with strong opinions was also a devoted friend.

The Irish poet, dramatist, writer and literary critic W.B Yates ( 1865~1939) said –

” No man I have ever known was so well loved”

William Morris (1834~1896) is my main man from history.

This visionary leader, designer,prolific writer, poet, and environmental and architectural conservationists was also committed revolutionary socialist. And it was his socialist views that were often debated at the time. But this charismatic man, passionate about beauty, craftsmanship, and social justice, won the day.

He was a principled idealist with a keen sense of justice and fairness.

And he strove to make the world a more beautiful and equitable place.

How I would have loved to be around his  immense creative energy.

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Art for art’s sake

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Who are your favorite artists?

You may remember me mentioning Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers once or twice before now. To that, I’ll add Post Malone, this time.

And my parchant for The Pre-Raphelites..today I will add Frédéric Leighton, who was around at the same time as the Brotherhood but had a complicated relationship with them. Maybe his style bothered them?

Flaming June, by Frédéric Leighton

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So, with the DP now answered, I have the time and space to post another favourite poem..yes I’ve posted this before, too. But why not?

                          Lesuire

WHAT is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?—

No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

By W.H.Davies ( 1871~1940)