A Thread To Inspire You

[danthepoetman]

A pioneer of modern art, Claude Monet slowly became almost completely blind before dying in 1926. Yet he was still painting those magnificent pictures with what little he still could see.

For 55 years, Paul Cézanne painted what he saw. Critics were so discouraging to him personally that he eventually left the group of the impressionists, already not welcomed in the society of good well thinking and well behaved people. He never reached any kind of honourable status. Yet he became the most influential figure in the destiny of his art. What couldn’t be understood of his work, was that he was painting the very uncertainty of the visual process.
The 2 first, Nenuphars by Monet.
The 2 following, Saint Victory Mount, by Cézanne.

[Prospero]

1. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,--
Weak masters though ye be,--I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let them forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd
Some heavenly music,--which even now I do,--
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.

2. Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

[Prospero]

[Prospero]

Breughel - always a wonder....

[Prospero]

And a simple piece of Bach... (thanks to Dan)



and on the organ as used in "Solaris"

[Dino Velvet]

I find fiber to be very inspiring.

[danthepoetman]

I find fiber to be very inspiring.

There’s many types of fibers, Dino. The bundle we have downstairs is usually more inspired than inspirational, but it sure conveys to a lot of well being…

[danthepoetman]

I guess one would say these aren’t exactly inspirational, but rather depressing. They’re Dorothea Lange pictures. Personally, I can’t think of a photographer who has such empathy for its subjects. It’s a depiction of what we all are, whatever we think of ourselves, in the raw reality of it all. Anyone could have found himself/herself in such situation. To show it as it was took balls and incredible sense of humanity, notwithstanding the fact that it is simultaneously a loud denunciation. Thanks to Quiet Reflections who reminded me of this incredible photographer.