I am absolutely mesmerized with French-Italian artist, Françoise de Felice ghostly paintings to the point that I sat down, thought hard and came up with a few theories to explain her work.
But first, I should let you enjoy this crazy ride!
How cool is this dog!!! Notice the contrast between the openness of his body language and the warmth in his eyes versus the owner’s stiff body stance and aloof stare. Nonetheless, it looks like the dog loves its owner just as she is! She probably likes him too since she’s letting him cling to her, despite her pearls and expensive clothes.
I love that her paintings look like the surreal fragments of a beautiful dream blending in together. They remind of that moment when you first wake up after having a series of dreams. And how when you try to recall your dreams your brain kinda shows you different snippents of them and you feel like you remember them exactly, yet you can’t verbalize them into words cause their so distorted.
Felice’s work is very psychological as her paintings explore the human psyche and how the human isn’t just a “human”. Instead, we are our spirit, soul, body, mind and God knows what else! All those parts are fighting to be prominent and dominate or rather to be their own distinctive entites. Next to that internal battle, there is a also an external battle with fellow humans (and they could be the closest people to you such as your kids, siblings, or friends as some paintings suggest), animals and outside forces. The art work showcases that ultimately those battles can be won or rather tolerated and all those forces and entities can live harmoniously. Also, they suggest that messy relationships, frustration, and struggle add passion to life and make it more beautiful, and interesting.
Stream of consciousness!
P.S I’m interested to know what do you think those paintings represent!
It’s no wonder that Victorian painter, Sir Frank Dicksee centered his works around great literary works and epic scenes. I am very fascinated by his ability to tell stories through his paintings.
Born: November 27, 1853, London, United Kingdom
Died: October 17, 1928
Dicksee was knighted in 1925 (hence, the “Sir” that precedes his name).
His father Thomas Francis Dicksee (1819-1895), his sister Margaret Isabel (1858-1903) and brother Herbert Thomas (1862-1942) were also painters, as was his uncle John Robert Dicksee (1817-1905). So pretty much talent runs in the whole family!
Romeo and Juliet Chivalry, 1885The Two Crowns, 1900 An Offering, 1898 The End of the Quest The Mirror, 1896 Miranda, 1878Startled, 1892 (How pure and beautiful is this one!)Portrait of Elsa, Daughter of William Hall, 1927Funeral of a Viking, 1893Portrait of Dora (Whoever that Dora was, she was certainly beautiful or just a killer profile or both!)
I know It’s Tuesday, but better late than never, right!
I present to you Jules Breton, a painter that has infatuated me with his paintings ever since I first laid my eyes on The Last Gleanings (1895) at the Huntington Library in Pasadena (the first picture, down below). His paintings have an aura of serenity, sensuality, and warmth even though they captured the mundane, un-luxurious life of the French country side. I gathered a collection of his precious paintings for you. Nonetheless, do research and check out the museums around you as the digitalized images couldn’t fastidiciously capture the brilliance harmony of the colors.
Birth Place: Courrières, France
a. In 1880 Vincent van Gogh walked 85 miles to Courrières to pay a visit to Breton, whom he greatly admired, but turned back, put off by Breton’s high wall. (Wikipedia)
b. Willa Cather’s novel The Song of the Lark takes its name from Breton’s painting.
Always loved and was amused by how Carrie always started her articles by this phrase so I’mma use it lol.
I failed two of my courses this quarter and got fired from my job and it’s all due to procrastination and my perpetual habit of always being late and missing deadlines.
I couldn’t help but wonder if the universe is trying to tell me something. I feel like everything is being put into perspective and I’m finally unable to get away with irresponsibility like I used to before.
I think the universe is telling me that its time for CHANGE and a NEW BEGINNING as I’m approaching 22 and officially leaving adolescence behind.
21 was one of the most confused years in my life I gotta say.
How did you feel at 22?
Please share your thoughts with me, I’d really appreciate it.