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A Sense Of Beauty
Beauty itself doth of itself
persuade
The eyes of men without an orator
- Shakespeare
Once you begin to
study it, all Nature is equally interesting and equally charged with
beauty. I was shown a picture by Cézanne of the blank wall of a
house, which he had made instinct with the most delicate lights and
colors. Now I often amuse myself when I am looking at a wall or a
flat surface of any kind by trying to distinguish all the different
colours and tints which can be discerned upon it, and considering
whether these arise from reflections or from natural hue. You would
be astonished the first time you tried this to see how many and what
beautiful colours there are even in the most commonplace objects,
and the more carefully and frequently you look the more variations
do you perceive.
- Winston Churchill – Painting As A Pastime
‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty’,
- that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know
- John Keats
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for an enlarged view.
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Last Roses |
Tapestry |
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Flight Patterns |
Return of Summer |
All gardening is landscape painting. – Alexander Pope
Brights Lane |
San Christobal |
When I behold upon the night’s starred face
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance
- John Keats
The Garden House |
Spring Formal |
A thing of beauty is a joy
forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.
- John Keats
Cellist |
Aqueligia Fuschia |
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Gazebo |
February Gold |
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Kay’s Spring |
Burley Junction |
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Old Carriage House |
The Green Barn |
Beauty is instantaneous. It is the artist’s challenge to translate
it to the timeless. A passing shadow, a spot of searchlight sun, a
wind, autumn leaves drifting under the bridge, blooming gardens,
moving clouds, the flowers of the season – we may fancy we own these
common things and may return to them at will. Tomorrow it rains, the
flower fades, the horses are gone to another field, the creek has
fallen, and we are busy with something urgent. Beauty comes to us as
a lovely child with upturned face asking, Grandfather, will you
come out and play with me? Tomorrow she is grown and gone and we
are older and alone.
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