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JOHN SINGER SARGENT ~ A VISION

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John Singer Sargent ~ Moniques Passions

“I don’t dig beneath the surface for things that don’t appear before my own eyes.”

John Singer Sargent

At Torre Galli: Ladies in a Garden
John Singer Sargent – 1910

Pomegranates
John Singer Sargent – 1908

 

VLADIMIR NABOKOV ~ A GOOD BOOK

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“Knowing you have something good to read before bed is among the most pleasurable of sensations”

Vladimir Nabokov

Photograph of a young Nabokov with butterfly doodles by himself.

ZELDA FITZGERALD ~ LONELINESS

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The sky lay over the city like a map showing the strata of things and the big full moon toppled over in a furrow like the abandoned wheel of a gun carriage on a sunset field of battle and the shadows walked like cats and I looked into the white and ghostly interior of things and thought of you and I looked on their structural outsides and thought of you and was lonesome.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald, Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda

EDITH WHARTON ~ SEEING YOURSELF IN YOUR OWN THOUGHTS

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“Can you imagine looking into your glass some morning and seeing a disfigurement – some hideous change that has come to you while you slept? Well, I seem to myself like that – I can’t bear to see myself in my own thoughts – I hate ugliness, you know – I’ve always turned from it – but I can’t explain to you – you wouldn’t understand.” (I. xiv)

The House of Mirth, 1905

Edith Wharton

The House of Mirth (1905) is a novel by Edith Wharton. First published in 1905, the novel is Wharton’s first important work of fiction. It sold 140,000 copies between October and the end of December, and added to Wharton’s existing fortune. The House of Mirth was written while Edith Wharton lived at Tht,e Moun her home in Lenox, Massachusetts.

Although The House of Mirth is written in the style of a novel of manners, set against the backdrop of the 1890s New York aristocracy, it is considered American literary naturalism. Wharton places her tragic heroine, Lily Bart, in a society that she describes as a “hot-house of traditions and conventions.  Source Wikipedia

Original Illustrations (1905)

WITH THE RAIN (A REQUIEM) ~ POEM BY WILLIAM (CHILI) GONZALEZ

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Let me sleep
Leave me be

Let my eyes close
Leave my soul to fade away, forever more

Let me rest in peace
Leave my blood to freeze

Let me travel to the unknown
Leave the body; it’s just flesh and bone

Let my spirit wander in darkness
Leave memories of past in fondness

Burn this coffin, for I am not there
This burden is not for you to bear

Do not lament or shed tears
When serenity comes, I will be near

When you are lonely in silence of night
I will embrace you with all of my might

I will finally be at peace, no pain
How I will miss you, my tears will come with the rain

I am the air and the fog
Take a deep breath, I will feel your heart call

You are not alone, this you must remember
I will always remain, like a dying fire’s ember

In a place of tranquility. Taken away too soon (?)
Do not fear what is in store, what the future holds, do not feel gloom

Night falls again, I walk in the obscure
Never ending love / forever pure

In Memoria M.T.A
MCMXXXIII-MCMXCVII

William (Chili) Gonzalez

EDITH WHARTON ~ INNER ISOLATION

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“She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.”
Edith Wharton, The House of Mirth

Edith Wharton, 1905

JAMES BALDWIN ~ THE VALUE OF READING

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“You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.”

― James Baldwin

AKOSAH KWADWO ~ THE HEART IS NOT YET SWEET

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And then we added the colors in the rain

The hundred pins in the skeletons of dust

In the dawn and evening

Of the wedding of mourning

In the earth of the harsh country

But if the sun falls

Within you in the years

And the heart is not yet sweet

Let no one touch it

In the how many years of the sun…

Akosah Kwadwo
2012

Painting is A Summer Night, 1890 by Winslow Homer

MARC CHAGALL ~ ART FROM THE HEART

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Marc Chagall and Pablo Picasso, St. Paul de Vence, 1955 -by Philippe Halsman

‘When I work from my heart, almost everything comes right, but when from my head, almost nothing.”

F. SCOTT FITZGERALD ~ THE BEGINNING OF SUMMER

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“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
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