lundi 20 novembre 2017

Claude Monet. A collection of paintings.



"Monet - this is just an eye, but, my God, but what!"

Paul Cezanne

Claude Monet was called the "man of the sun" because of the bright light,

which differs most of his landscapes.



A short biography of Claude Monet.


Claude Monet is a French painter, a pioneer of Impressionism. November 14, 1840 in the family of hereditary Parisians Claude Adolphe Monet and Louise Justine Aubrey Monet was born a boy who was baptized in the Baptist church with the name Oscar Claude six months later. In 1845, the family moved to the city of Le Havre in Normandy, where his father began to prepare his son for the career of a merchant of naval gear. However, despite his father's insistence, little Oscar wanted to devote his life to art, and Justine, a singer by profession, supported him in this.

At the age of eleven, Monet entered the Havre Art School; At the same time, he began to gain popularity as a talented cartoonist. In the period of training, Monet was lucky to meet painter Eugene Boudin in the city. This acquaintance had a great influence on the young man; it was Buden who taught Monet the basics of treating oil paints and techniques "in the open air" - that is, outside the workshop, in the open air.

After leaving school at age 16, Monet continued to practice and hone his skills. For several years he went to Paris, where he met many future outstanding painters, including Eduard Manet.

In 1861, the artist was sent to Algeria for service in the army. After a while, getting sick with typhoid fever and having defended his widowed aunt to help him financially, paid off from military service and returned to his homeland.

Since 1862, together with other novice painters, Monet attended the courses of the artist Charles Gleir. Soubuciki had similar views on painting and gravitated to work in the open air, they strove to convey the natural colors of nature, the invisible movements of water and air, to display on their canvases barely perceptible shades of flowers. These views later formed the basis of the philosophy of Impressionism in artistic creation.

In his Parisian period, Monet wrote a lot in the hope that his works would be interested in the Salon - a prestigious annual exhibition, which received canvases by far from all painters. His first widely known painting was the portrait of Camilla Bonsjö exhibited in the Salon.

Bonsio became his wife in 1870. Almost immediately the couple moved to England in connection with the start of the Franco-Prussian War.

A year later, Monet moved to the Netherlands. The Dutch period is very productive - for twenty months the artist creates almost three dozen paintings and countless sketches, sketches and sketches.
Returning to France in 1872, already formed painter and impressionist, Monet continues to work, living a quiet rural life, among the inspiring picturesque gardens.
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Since the early 1910s, Monet has developed a terrible disease - cataracts. Fortunately, the artist did not lose sight, and, having transferred two operations to remove cataracts in 1923, acquired the ability to see ultraviolet rays that are inaccessible to the sight of an ordinary person (for example, he saw certain objects in a certain light bluish-violet when for everyone else they remained white).

Claude Monet died on December 5, 1926 from lung cancer and was buried in the cemetery of the church in Giverny, a town in Upper Normandy. In his house in the same city was subsequently opened his museum.






dimanche 13 août 2017

Perfect: to hover above the spring expanse of Paris!





Perfect: to hover above the spring expanse of Paris!
(Note: the plywood floats - only there).
For the lines I pull, dropping a little lower,
Where the architect-era - in the right places:
Direct highways, the city, rifts,
Bois de Boulogne, Shamr de Mars and Jardin de Tuileries -
Green spots - strange, painful, familiar -
I'm not used to flying over you, Mon Paris!
Winding streets fjords, gorges, canyons
And skerries of blocks with colored reliefs of roofs ...
And that islet, which is familiar on the Earth - to millions,
Seeing that, we will exclaim in ecstasy: Paris!
On it, a rocket aimed at the sky -
And how many rustled, spat and argued in vain!
And time-judge - judged that this sign
Like everyone who flies, hovering over Paris! ..

Marina Chekina

Vladimir Kush western passage

















vendredi 11 août 2017

Blerta \ Spring has come, she's right here ...






I represent a woman as a gentle flower - iris ...
Iris - wisdom, faith, valor, courage ...
Let the sun shine with bright rays,
Let the birds sing for you,
Let the earth be covered with flowers,
Spring has come, it's like here ...

Baibak Sergey






mardi 8 août 2017

Charles L. Peterson / Watercolors of memories.

Memories and watercolors ...
After all, they are similar in principle - they are both light, blurred, as if in passing, but they hold attention.
A series of works by Charles L. Peterson entitled "Memories Collection" consists of 60 paintings.
I chose winter and something that I especially like,
And the rest of the work can be seen on the artist's website.






The plate should be wheezing,
Enigmatic ... There must be a garden,
In the acacias so rustling,
Like eighteen years ago.

There should be big lilacs -
Sultans, fogs, haze.
From the station from behind the trees
There must be a beep.

And someone's handbook
Should tremble on the ground,
As if in a premonition of a moment,
That all this will sink in the mist.

Vladimir Sokolov










lundi 7 août 2017

Jody Frost. Tango of shadows.

Tango,
Shadows
Dancing
Tango…
Trembling eyelashes and
Secret,
Secret,
Secret…
Tango -
Tomorrow they take off their hands,
Quiet sounds sound,
Dimly the moon burns ...
Tango…
The heat of desire is burning ...
The Mystery of Recognition
The dark night is full ...

Marianna_Vi





The hall will be quiet ...
The light will darken ...
Reality will come to naught ...
The searchlight will allocate a spot,
Where are the two of us, where are we one.
In the darkness of the steam like a candle ...
Look into the darkness, over the shoulder.
Slip palm into the palm of your hand ... into contact
Intimate. Getting in time
The pulse of two pours in rhythm ...

A huge world for us alone
Suddenly the wall is limited
Out of the light behind me ...
Silence will explode the string!
Accord guitars will solo the body!
Hip to hip, cheek to cheek ..
And her lips will exhale slightly
With one breath: "I'm with you ..."







And the Argentine wave Will cover the tango ... plunging into passion, Giving to the secret to fall ... Correct the decency of the law Press me to myself ... And groan Involuntarily with the lips break suddenly ... Excitement in the eyes will scare away the fright! Pick up a strong hand And climb to the clouds, Where Argentina rhythms knock In the parquet drives my heel! Step, turn, leg, deflection ... Throw! And the body on the bend Thrown back ... Jerk! The current pierces the hand of passion And returns me again. Once again, the arm extends






Shoulder ... Chord! And the fan will roll up the hair
His face is flashing. Printing Bands
Leave a trail ... and burns
You. And immediately the heart breaks
In the chest of madness, a fire!
Will cover the skin of passion heat,
Sears lips ... look captivated ...
Silk skirts whirlwind fly by!
My foot will slip to yours,
The hip will embrace and bold
The body will squeeze ... And again
Have time to kiss a kiss
Instant from the lips! And silence
Will cover the hall ... The wall will fall
Out of the light, baring us ...
Honor will give the applause
Bowing ... Will cool off, the excitement will go away ...
And only in the pulse of the tango beats ...

Katyusha Severnaya