Lorenzo Lotto Venus and CupidJean Fragonard The BathersThomas Gainsborough Mrs SheridanSandro Botticelli Venus and Mars
few weeks ago I did one of my regular TV gigs for the show I work on. For the segment, I wore some jeans, a pair of boots and a new short-sleeved shirt. A friend of mine who is a self-confessed clothes snob and fashion aficionado from $150.00 to $90.00.” (complete lie, it cost $25.00!)F: (now with a look of approval on her face) “Wow, that’s cheap for a nice shirt like that. Good shopping by you. It makes such a difference when you wear quality clothes. And the jeans, they’re nice…”(searching for some more info)CH: “Yeah, picked them up when I was in the States earlier this year. They informed me that “I looked great.” Here’s a snapshot of the conversation we had:Friend (F): “Hey, saw you on TV this morning, you looked great. Gorgeous shirt, that colour really suits you. Is it new?” (I was still wearing the same clothes)CH: “Thanks. Yep, new shirt. Bought it all by myself!”F: “Well done, where did you get it?” (trying to get an idea of its cost and whether or not she should like it!)CH: “Some shop in the city.” (I actually bought it at Target)F: “Was it expensive?” (knew that was coming)CH: “Not too bad; it was reduced
Monday, 23 February 2009
Sunday, 22 February 2009
Andy Warhol Banana
Andy Warhol BananaUnknown Artist The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Katsushika HokusaiUnknown Artist The Great Wave of Kanagawa by Katsushika HokusaiUnknown Artist The Great Wave at Kanagawa by Katsushika Hokusai
didn't complete the word child, because in that instant she recognized Lyra. Through tear-blurred eyes Lyra saw her totter and clutch at a bench; her face, so beautiful and composed, grew in a moment haggard and horror-struck.
"Lyra-" breathed into his fur, and he pressed his beating heart to hers.
They clung together like survivors of a shipwreck, shivering on a desolate coast. Dimly she heard Mrs. Coulter speaking to the men, but she couldn't even interpret her tone of voice. And then they were leaving that hateful room, and Mrs. Coulter was half-carrying, half-supporting her along a corridor, and then there was a door, a bedroom, scent in the air, soft light.she whispered.The golden monkey darted from her side in a flash, and tugged Pantalaimon out from the mesh cage as Lyra fell out herself. Pantalaimon pulled free of the monkey's solicitous paws and stumbled to Lyra's arms."Never, never," she
didn't complete the word child, because in that instant she recognized Lyra. Through tear-blurred eyes Lyra saw her totter and clutch at a bench; her face, so beautiful and composed, grew in a moment haggard and horror-struck.
"Lyra-" breathed into his fur, and he pressed his beating heart to hers.
They clung together like survivors of a shipwreck, shivering on a desolate coast. Dimly she heard Mrs. Coulter speaking to the men, but she couldn't even interpret her tone of voice. And then they were leaving that hateful room, and Mrs. Coulter was half-carrying, half-supporting her along a corridor, and then there was a door, a bedroom, scent in the air, soft light.she whispered.The golden monkey darted from her side in a flash, and tugged Pantalaimon out from the mesh cage as Lyra fell out herself. Pantalaimon pulled free of the monkey's solicitous paws and stumbled to Lyra's arms."Never, never," she
Friday, 20 February 2009
Andy Warhol Portrait of Maurice
Andy Warhol Portrait of MauriceAndy Warhol Page from Lips BookAndy Warhol One Blue Pussy
. I saw his head," Lyra said proudly. "My father found it. I saw it when he showed it to the Scholars at Jordan college. They'd scalped it, and all."
"Who'd scalped it?"
"Well, the "Good trick to play. People are shocked when they see a thing like that; they don't like to look too close."
"Especially Scholars," said Lyra.
"Well, you'd know better than I would. But if that was Grumman's head, I'll bet it wasn't the Tartars who scalped him. They scalp their enemies, not their own, and he was a Tartar by adoptTartars, that's what the Scholars thought....But maybe it wasn't.""It might not have been Grumman's head," said Lee Scoresby. "Your father might have been misleading the Scholars.""I suppose he might," said Lyra thoughtfully. "He was asking them for money.""And when they saw the head, they gave him the money?""Yeah."ion."
. I saw his head," Lyra said proudly. "My father found it. I saw it when he showed it to the Scholars at Jordan college. They'd scalped it, and all."
"Who'd scalped it?"
"Well, the "Good trick to play. People are shocked when they see a thing like that; they don't like to look too close."
"Especially Scholars," said Lyra.
"Well, you'd know better than I would. But if that was Grumman's head, I'll bet it wasn't the Tartars who scalped him. They scalp their enemies, not their own, and he was a Tartar by adoptTartars, that's what the Scholars thought....But maybe it wasn't.""It might not have been Grumman's head," said Lee Scoresby. "Your father might have been misleading the Scholars.""I suppose he might," said Lyra thoughtfully. "He was asking them for money.""And when they saw the head, they gave him the money?""Yeah."ion."
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Jean Beraud Symphony in Red and Gold
Jean Beraud Symphony in Red and GoldJean Beraud Pont des artsJean Beraud Leaving La Madeleine Paris
alley beside it led to a sheet-metal gate into a rear yard, where a lean-to shed stood crazily over a floor of frozen mud. Dim yellow light through the rear window of the bar showed a vast pale form crouching upright and gnawing at a haunch of meat which it held in both hands. Lyra had an impression of bloodstained muzzle and face, smallcontrolled by intelligence; and not a human intelligence, nothing like a human, because of course bears had no daemons. This strange hulking presence gnawing its meat was like nothing she had ever imagined, and she felt a profound admiration and pity for the lonely creature.
He dropped the reindeer leg in the dirt and slumped on all fours to the malevolent black eyes, and an immensity of dirty matted yellowish fur. As it gnawed, hideous growling, crunching, sucking noises came from it.Farder Coram stood by the gate and called:"lorek Byrnison!"The bear stopped eating. As far as they could tell, he was looking at them directly, but it was impossible to read any expression on his face."lorek Byrnison," said Farder Coram again. "May I speak to you?"Lyra's heart was thumping hard, because something in the bear's presence made her feel close to coldness, danger, brutal power, but a power
alley beside it led to a sheet-metal gate into a rear yard, where a lean-to shed stood crazily over a floor of frozen mud. Dim yellow light through the rear window of the bar showed a vast pale form crouching upright and gnawing at a haunch of meat which it held in both hands. Lyra had an impression of bloodstained muzzle and face, smallcontrolled by intelligence; and not a human intelligence, nothing like a human, because of course bears had no daemons. This strange hulking presence gnawing its meat was like nothing she had ever imagined, and she felt a profound admiration and pity for the lonely creature.
He dropped the reindeer leg in the dirt and slumped on all fours to the malevolent black eyes, and an immensity of dirty matted yellowish fur. As it gnawed, hideous growling, crunching, sucking noises came from it.Farder Coram stood by the gate and called:"lorek Byrnison!"The bear stopped eating. As far as they could tell, he was looking at them directly, but it was impossible to read any expression on his face."lorek Byrnison," said Farder Coram again. "May I speak to you?"Lyra's heart was thumping hard, because something in the bear's presence made her feel close to coldness, danger, brutal power, but a power
Tuesday, 17 February 2009
Edward Hopper House by the Railroad
Edward Hopper House by the RailroadAmedeo Modigliani the Seated NudeAmedeo Modigliani Seated Nude
Hola, a lectores de Carolina Divina. ¿Cómo están Uds. hoy? Those of you whose mother tongue is Spanish will recognize that simple greeting. How many of you who have spoken only English since birth can understand, or respond to the question being asked? forgotten, and all the doors it opens swiftly slam shut. What a loss!
By the time I began to study Spanish in my New York City high school, I already had two years of Latin under my belt (and that’s fodder for an entirely different story
Most Americans, unfortunately, speak only one language, English. In the EU, in non-English speaking countries, an astounding 93 percent are fluent in a second language. A second language, often English, is a required part of the school curriculum, and that education begins early on, sometimes when the students are as young as six. In the U.S., most students don’t become exposed to a second language until high school. The majority of students take only the minimum requirement for graduation. Upon completion of the necessary
Hola, a lectores de Carolina Divina. ¿Cómo están Uds. hoy? Those of you whose mother tongue is Spanish will recognize that simple greeting. How many of you who have spoken only English since birth can understand, or respond to the question being asked? forgotten, and all the doors it opens swiftly slam shut. What a loss!
By the time I began to study Spanish in my New York City high school, I already had two years of Latin under my belt (and that’s fodder for an entirely different story
Most Americans, unfortunately, speak only one language, English. In the EU, in non-English speaking countries, an astounding 93 percent are fluent in a second language. A second language, often English, is a required part of the school curriculum, and that education begins early on, sometimes when the students are as young as six. In the U.S., most students don’t become exposed to a second language until high school. The majority of students take only the minimum requirement for graduation. Upon completion of the necessary
Monday, 16 February 2009
Unknown Artist Still Life with Musical Instruments
Unknown Artist Still Life with Musical InstrumentsUnknown Artist Pieter Claesz Still LifeUnknown Artist Philadelphia Public Ledger
Lyra learned nothing from that episode except that playing Gobblers led to interesting places. She remembered her uncle's words in their last interview, and began to explore underground, for what was above ground was only a small fraction of the whole. Like some enormous fungus whose root system extended over acres, .
And now that Lyra had the taste for exploring it, she abandoned her usual haunt, the irregular alps of the college roofs, and plunged with Roger into this netherworld. From playing at Gobblers she had turned to hunting them, for what could be more likely than that they were lurking out of sight below the ground?Jordan (finding itself jostling for space above ground with St. Michael's College on one side, Gabriel College on the other, and the University Library behind) had begun, sometime in the Middle Ages, to spread below the surface. Tunnels, shafts, vaults, cellars, staircases had so hollowed out the earth below Jordan and for several hundred yards around it that there was almost as much air below ground as above; Jordan college stood on a sort of froth of stone
Lyra learned nothing from that episode except that playing Gobblers led to interesting places. She remembered her uncle's words in their last interview, and began to explore underground, for what was above ground was only a small fraction of the whole. Like some enormous fungus whose root system extended over acres, .
And now that Lyra had the taste for exploring it, she abandoned her usual haunt, the irregular alps of the college roofs, and plunged with Roger into this netherworld. From playing at Gobblers she had turned to hunting them, for what could be more likely than that they were lurking out of sight below the ground?Jordan (finding itself jostling for space above ground with St. Michael's College on one side, Gabriel College on the other, and the University Library behind) had begun, sometime in the Middle Ages, to spread below the surface. Tunnels, shafts, vaults, cellars, staircases had so hollowed out the earth below Jordan and for several hundred yards around it that there was almost as much air below ground as above; Jordan college stood on a sort of froth of stone
Friday, 13 February 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Leda and the Swan
Leonardo da Vinci Leda and the SwanLeonardo da Vinci St John in the WildernessLeonardo da Vinci The Last Supper
still and silent and wide-eyed.
But while she was watching Mrs. Coulter, she didn't look behind her across the little blue lake. On the far side of it in the darkness a grove of ghostly trees seemed to have planted itself, a grove that shivered every so often with a tremor like a conscious intention. But they were not trees, of course; and while all the curiosity of Lena Feldt and her daemon was directed at Mrs. Coulter, one of the pallid forms detached itself from its fellows and drifted across the surface of the icy water, causing not a single ripple, until it paused a foot from the rock on which Lena Feldt's daemon was perched.
"You could easily man as the daemon slipped slowly off his arm and let her weight into the golden monkey's hands. The monkey raised her slowly to his face and ran his cheek softly along her emerald skin. Her tongue flicked blackly this way and that, and the man sighed.
"Carlo, tell me why you're pursuing the boy," Mrs. Coulter whispered, and her voice was as soft as the monkey's caress. "
still and silent and wide-eyed.
But while she was watching Mrs. Coulter, she didn't look behind her across the little blue lake. On the far side of it in the darkness a grove of ghostly trees seemed to have planted itself, a grove that shivered every so often with a tremor like a conscious intention. But they were not trees, of course; and while all the curiosity of Lena Feldt and her daemon was directed at Mrs. Coulter, one of the pallid forms detached itself from its fellows and drifted across the surface of the icy water, causing not a single ripple, until it paused a foot from the rock on which Lena Feldt's daemon was perched.
"You could easily man as the daemon slipped slowly off his arm and let her weight into the golden monkey's hands. The monkey raised her slowly to his face and ran his cheek softly along her emerald skin. Her tongue flicked blackly this way and that, and the man sighed.
"Carlo, tell me why you're pursuing the boy," Mrs. Coulter whispered, and her voice was as soft as the monkey's caress. "
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