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THE BUTTERFLY OF BRASSAI AND KEATS…

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“I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.”
― John Keats, Bright Star: Love Letters and Poems of John Keats to Fanny Brawne

Jules Brassai
Papillon à la bougie, 1933

FREEDOM

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FREEDOM

I am a privileged person, yes I realize this now more then ever.
I am happy most of the times, sometimes not.
I live in a place I have chosen to live, surrounded by people I love and they love me back.
I am able to pay for my every day needs and passions.
I can speak out loud, give my opinion about daily issues or politics in freedom.
I can write whatever I want without being punished.
I am a woman but to me this has always been an advantage. Luckily I was born in a free country where women and men are treated equally.
Unfortunately I am one of the few lucky ones.
Many peoply are not so fortunate…
because of hunger, discrimination, poverty, religion or war.
Yes, I am privileged, my small world is beautiful  but the big world is not.

But now everything is changing…
some people think they have the right to decide what I have to think or feel. If I am saying things they do not approve of they feel they have a duty to kill me just to keep my mouth shut.
What is happening?

But I do not want to be silent, I want to scream NO, STOP, We do not tolerate your extremism and violence. We ignore you and keep on talking, shouting and screaming as much as we like, in Freedom.

January 2015
Monique Lucy Weberink

Mikhail Vrubel. Six winged Seraph (after Pushkin’s poem Prophet), 1905

EMILA MEDKOVA, EYES

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Emila Medkova,

Eyes, 1965

Emila Medková, née Emila Tláskalová (19 November 1928 – 19 September 1985) was a Czech photographer, one of the important exponents of the Czech art photography in the second half of the 20th century. Her work was influenced by Surrealism. She was the wife of painter Mikuláš Medek.

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W.H. AUDEN ~ DANCE, DANCE, DANCE TILL YOU DROP

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James Abbot McNeill Whistler  (1894-1903)

A Dancing woman in a Pink robe, seen from the back

Dance till the stars come down from the rafters
Dance, Dance, Dance till you drop.
~W.H. Auden


“I love to dance, it does not matter if it is a Tango, a Foxtrot, a Samba or a Jive, just like to move my body on the rhythm of music…I just can not sit still. Other people get their kick out of shopping, playing Foxy Bingo, or singing. But as for me, dancing is my thing. The dance floor has always been my comfort zone.

Dancing is a natural movement of the body and has always been popular! Personally I love the music of the roaring twenties, the swinging age…in music, dances, dresses and names like Heavenly Sugar and Shining Pearl.

Otto Dix, “Metropolis,” 1927-28.

A SOUL INSIDE ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

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For sure you must have a soul
Somewhere there buried inside
With strong metal welded shut tide
You play your mister perfect role

But things are not as they always seem
Fragile are the walls that you keep up
And if I could peak through the cracks
Its all just compromises into extreme

Why don’t you show your true face now
For once lower the wooden painted mask
I beg you to show me your teardrops
All I get is a lonely sounding sough

I admit when you do I might run scared
Your face forward straight and open wide
With eyes as window holes without the glass
It happened right after you no longer cared

Shadows growing on the walls and floors
The room gets dark and a struggle starts
Its following me and freaking me inside out
Paranoid trying to escape via narrow doors

Personal private sufferings took control
You committed suicide of your inner self
I know noble thoughts are fighting inside
just figure out whats wrong with your soul

I want to run away from you for good
To be the one who ditches you hard
Make you feel the same pain and anger
Being the girl who did what she could

Taken your passion and your freedom restrained
Trying to break your soul free from its cage
Bittersweet deep down up till its solid core
but the key to unlock is all that maintained

I am forced to lie, but do whatever it takes
Shorty said, exactly that and not a bit more
Every wise man should know himself to be a foul
To save you even when it takes till day breaks

Its made from paper so there is nothing to destroy
Only delineate it to get it back to the surface
Writing memories down with different colors of ink
Red curves for our love and black words to deploy

Watching the ink lines getting sucked dry
I just elegantly reclaimed my true soul mate
You are not going to take me down again
If erasing is the only option, I wonder why

Then that is what I will do.

Monique Lucy Weberink

February 2012

Odilon Redon

Silence

GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ ~ THE VALUE OF THINGS

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Dale valor a las cosas, no por lo que valen, sino por lo que significan.
Value things not because of their worth but because of their meaning.

GABRIEL GARCIA MARQUEZ

EDWARD STEICHEN ~ PHOTOGRAPHER OF THE MYSTERIOUS

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Anna May Wong, photo taken by Edward Steichen

Anna May Wong, 1931 by Edward Steichen

Edward Steichen, Self Portrait

Edward J. Steichen (March 27, 1879 – March 25, 1973) was an American photographer, painter, and art gallery and museum curator. He was the most frequently featured photographer in Alfred Stieglitz‘ groundbreaking magazine Camera Work during its run from 1903 to 1917. Steichen also contributed the logo design and a custom typeface to the magazine. In partnership with Stieglitz, Steichen opened the “Little Galleries of the Photo-Secession”, which was eventually known as 291, after its address. This gallery presented among the first American exhibitions of (among others) Henri Matisse, Auguste Rodin, Paul Cézanne, Pablo Picasso, and Constantin Brâncuşi. Steichen’s photos of gowns designed by couturier Paul Poiret in the magazine Art et Décoration in 1911 are regarded as the first modern fashion photographs ever published. Serving in the US Army in World War I (and the US Navy in the Second World War), he commanded significant units contributing to military photography. He was a photographer for the Condé Nast magazines Vogue and Vanity Fair from 1923–1938, and concurrently worked for many advertising agencies including J. Walter Thompson. During these years Steichen was regarded as the best known and highest paid photographer in the world. Steichen directed the war documentary The Fighting Lady, which won the 1945 Academy Award for Best Documentary. After World War II he was Director of the Department of Photography at New York’s Museum of Modern Art until 1962. While at MoMA, in 1955 he curated and assembled the exhibit The Family of Man. The exhibit eventually traveled to sixty-nine countries, was seen by nine million people, and sold two and a half million copies of a companion book. In 1962, Steichen hired John Szarkowski to be his successor at the Museum of Modern Art.

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DESTINY ~ POEM BY ALYSSA AGAS

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Destiny

Unexpectedly two worlds collide

One look and theres a bridge

‘The strongest heartbeat

Suddenly felt in no time


Wouldn’t it be enough

that you’ll never be hurt anymore

Your eyes are revealing you

screaming words of love


Both fervently wishing

may it be in north or south

It will always end with you

and I’ll always end in your arms


I want to hear those words

those words that your eyes

are shouting to mine

And as your fortress

I will be the one to save you


We are always asking

where we’ll be going;

Barefooted and dazzled, to you

I’m brought by destiny’s storm


Why don’t you tell me

All you want to; don’t let the wind

carry those long waited words

I’m always beside you to listen.


Alyssa V. Agas

Painting Ivan Aivazovsky

A Strong Wind

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