Showing posts with label charles burchfield. Show all posts
Showing posts with label charles burchfield. Show all posts
(i can feel the sea falling over my head)
a study of the sea, on the one year anniversary of young gossamer and arthur de eriomém's encounter with the sea, nearly being taken by her, yet spared with the promise to pursue her beauty.- pt anderson - there will be blood - 2007there will be blood - 2007- michelangelo antonioni - l'avventura - 1960l'avventura - 1960- the work of anna atkinsbangia fusco-purpurea - 1843-53polysiphonia violacea.
a sound of some new unknown life
why is it so unutterably beautiful? it is pure music, but for me it has so many implications, - hard to define - of course it is enigmatic, all great art has its secrets -; it has all the deep mysteries of the earth and its environs - for me, the agony of the old primitive earth stirring restlessly at the beginning of spring; something tremendous is going on in the earth, but i do not know
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