Sunday, 23 December 2018

A sudden rain came swooping down
like a raven upon the plain.
Lethe was the word that spread gently upon
the small things that waited all along
for the sunshine that came, but not without this rain.
She let her hair down and allowed her body to flow
unresistant to the gale.
The sounds of the rain galloped forth
from the horizon that once was dim.
There was peace in sitting in the face of the wind.

Sushama Karnik (C)

Thank you +MMurat Murat and +Kaveri Mil
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And that's me and that's my life,
a humble story,
truly told.

Jan. 19, 2016.

Thanks, anu x.
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Martiros Saryan
Self-portrait (1902)
Saryan Museum, Yerevan, Armenia 

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"Nature's ways are wonderful and unfathomable. The grain swells in the soil, the sprout grows and flowers when the time comes and then it bears new fruit and so does not die. We are like grain. We never die because we are one with nature. To understand this is to comprehend Immortality - the Apotheosis of the Human Race. It is with this conviction that I have lived my life. My life is a store of my experience, a life of aspirations, sorrows, joys and triumphs." 

~ Martiros Saryan. 

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Martiros Saryan (Born either 16 or 28 February 1880 — Died 5 May 1972) was a Soviet-Armenian painter. He was born into an Armenian family in Nor Nakhijevan (now part of Rostov-on-Don, Russia).

Recalling his own background, Saryan said, "My ancestors had come to the banks of the river Don from the Crimea, and to the Crimea from Ani, the capital of medieval Armenia. I was born into a family which followed the old patriarchal customs. There were nine children and I was the seventh." I do not know when the artist was born in me. It was probably in those days when I used to listen to my parents' stories about our mountainous, enchanted country, when I used to run as a small boy over the land around our home, and was filled with joy at the many colors of the butterflies, insects and flowers. Color, light and day-dreaming - those are what fired me".

~ extract from . . .
http://www.arthistoryarchive.com/arthistory/soviet/Armenian-Artists.html

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all images from http://www.wikiart.org/en/martiros-saryan
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M.Sarian House-Museum http://sarian.am/index_eng.html
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#Art #MartirosSaryan
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And a woman young,
quiet and sedate,
now takes over the oar and the dream.

Jan. 19, 2016.

Thanks, anu x.
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Martiros Saryan
Armenian from Nakhichevan (1904)
watercolor on paper
Saryan Museum, Yerevan, Armenia 

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"Nature's ways are wonderful and unfathomable. The grain swells in the soil, the sprout grows and flowers when the time comes and then it bears new fruit and so does not die. We are like grain. We never die because we are one with nature. To understand this is to comprehend Immortality - the Apotheosis of the Human Race. It is with this conviction that I have lived my life. My life is a store of my experience, a life of aspirations, sorrows, joys and triumphs." 

~ Martiros Saryan. 

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Martiros Saryan (Born either 16 or 28 February 1880 — Died 5 May 1972) was a Soviet-Armenian painter. He was born into an Armenian family in Nor Nakhijevan (now part of Rostov-on-Don, Russia).

Recalling his own background, Saryan said, "My ancestors had come to the banks of the river Don from the Crimea, and to the Crimea from Ani, the capital of medieval Armenia. I was born into a family which followed the old patriarchal customs. There were nine children and I was the seventh." I do not know when the artist was born in me. It was probably in those days when I used to listen to my parents' stories about our mountainous, enchanted country, when I used to run as a small boy over the land around our home, and was filled with joy at the many colors of the butterflies, insects and flowers. Color, light and day-dreaming - those are what fired me".

~ extract from . . .
http://www.arthistoryarchive.com/arthistory/soviet/Armenian-Artists.html

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all images from http://www.wikiart.org/en/martiros-saryan
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M.Sarian House-Museum http://sarian.am/index_eng.html
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#Art #MartirosSaryan
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And come December
the season of the recognition and love.
The kiss under the mistletoe
and a covenant made in the snow.

Feb. 2, 2016.

Thanks, anu x.
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Martiros Saryan
Love (1906)
watercolor on paper
Saryan Museum, Yerevan, Armenia 

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"Nature's ways are wonderful and unfathomable. The grain swells in the soil, the sprout grows and flowers when the time comes and then it bears new fruit and so does not die. We are like grain. We never die because we are one with nature. To understand this is to comprehend Immortality - the Apotheosis of the Human Race. It is with this conviction that I have lived my life. My life is a store of my experience, a life of aspirations, sorrows, joys and triumphs." 

~ Martiros Saryan. 

. . . . .

Martiros Saryan (Born either 16 or 28 February 1880 — Died 5 May 1972) was a Soviet-Armenian painter. He was born into an Armenian family in Nor Nakhijevan (now part of Rostov-on-Don, Russia).

Recalling his own background, Saryan said, "My ancestors had come to the banks of the river Don from the Crimea, and to the Crimea from Ani, the capital of medieval Armenia. I was born into a family which followed the old patriarchal customs. There were nine children and I was the seventh." I do not know when the artist was born in me. It was probably in those days when I used to listen to my parents' stories about our mountainous, enchanted country, when I used to run as a small boy over the land around our home, and was filled with joy at the many colors of the butterflies, insects and flowers. Color, light and day-dreaming - those are what fired me".

~ extract from . . .
http://www.arthistoryarchive.com/arthistory/soviet/Armenian-Artists.html

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all images from http://www.wikiart.org/en/martiros-saryan
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M.Sarian House-Museum http://sarian.am/index_eng.html
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#Art #MartirosSaryan
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And the autumn comes
with a streak of gold
and jostles on the branch
with the colour of green,
and the floods of sunlight
in the sky and the sheen
spreads on the meadow too.

Feb. 3, 2016.

Thank you, anu x.
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Martiros Saryan
Trees (1918)
oil on canvas
Russian Museum, St. Petersburg, Russia 

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"Nature's ways are wonderful and unfathomable. The grain swells in the soil, the sprout grows and flowers when the time comes and then it bears new fruit and so does not die. We are like grain. We never die because we are one with nature. To understand this is to comprehend Immortality - the Apotheosis of the Human Race. It is with this conviction that I have lived my life. My life is a store of my experience, a life of aspirations, sorrows, joys and triumphs." 

~ Martiros Saryan. 

. . . . .

Martiros Saryan (Born either 16 or 28 February 1880 — Died 5 May 1972) was a Soviet-Armenian painter. He was born into an Armenian family in Nor Nakhijevan (now part of Rostov-on-Don, Russia).

Recalling his own background, Saryan said, "My ancestors had come to the banks of the river Don from the Crimea, and to the Crimea from Ani, the capital of medieval Armenia. I was born into a family which followed the old patriarchal customs. There were nine children and I was the seventh." I do not know when the artist was born in me. It was probably in those days when I used to listen to my parents' stories about our mountainous, enchanted country, when I used to run as a small boy over the land around our home, and was filled with joy at the many colors of the butterflies, insects and flowers. Color, light and day-dreaming - those are what fired me".

~ extract from . . .
http://www.arthistoryarchive.com/arthistory/soviet/Armenian-Artists.html

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all images from http://www.wikiart.org/en/martiros-saryan
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M.Sarian House-Museum http://sarian.am/index_eng.html
. . . . .
#Art #MartirosSaryan
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And what is home
without her magic wand,
her tapestry and embroidery,
like a ripe and juicy fruit?

Jan. 19, 2016.

Thanks, anu x.
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Martiros Saryan
Armenian woman with baÄŸlam (1915)
tempera on canvas
Saryan Museum, Yerevan, Armenia 

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"Nature's ways are wonderful and unfathomable. The grain swells in the soil, the sprout grows and flowers when the time comes and then it bears new fruit and so does not die. We are like grain. We never die because we are one with nature. To understand this is to comprehend Immortality - the Apotheosis of the Human Race. It is with this conviction that I have lived my life. My life is a store of my experience, a life of aspirations, sorrows, joys and triumphs." 

~ Martiros Saryan. 

. . . . .

Martiros Saryan (Born either 16 or 28 February 1880 — Died 5 May 1972) was a Soviet-Armenian painter. He was born into an Armenian family in Nor Nakhijevan (now part of Rostov-on-Don, Russia).

Recalling his own background, Saryan said, "My ancestors had come to the banks of the river Don from the Crimea, and to the Crimea from Ani, the capital of medieval Armenia. I was born into a family which followed the old patriarchal customs. There were nine children and I was the seventh." I do not know when the artist was born in me. It was probably in those days when I used to listen to my parents' stories about our mountainous, enchanted country, when I used to run as a small boy over the land around our home, and was filled with joy at the many colors of the butterflies, insects and flowers. Color, light and day-dreaming - those are what fired me".

~ extract from . . .
http://www.arthistoryarchive.com/arthistory/soviet/Armenian-Artists.html

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all images from http://www.wikiart.org/en/martiros-saryan
. . . . .
M.Sarian House-Museum http://sarian.am/index_eng.html
. . . . .
#Art #MartirosSaryan
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The woman meditates;
contemplates a world when men ruled
and women obeyed
in a silent acquiescence
.when the fields of wheat
and the fields of war,
were both under man's command.
Her quiet eye scans
and with silence on her lips,
broods over what the present holds.

Jan. 19, 2016.

Thanks, anu x.
Originally shared by anu x - 5 comments
Martiros Saryan
Portrait of Victoria Alabyan (1931)
Saryan Museum, Yerevan, Armenia 

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"Nature's ways are wonderful and unfathomable. The grain swells in the soil, the sprout grows and flowers when the time comes and then it bears new fruit and so does not die. We are like grain. We never die because we are one with nature. To understand this is to comprehend Immortality - the Apotheosis of the Human Race. It is with this conviction that I have lived my life. My life is a store of my experience, a life of aspirations, sorrows, joys and triumphs." 

~ Martiros Saryan. 

. . . . .

Martiros Saryan (Born either 16 or 28 February 1880 — Died 5 May 1972) was a Soviet-Armenian painter. He was born into an Armenian family in Nor Nakhijevan (now part of Rostov-on-Don, Russia).

Recalling his own background, Saryan said, "My ancestors had come to the banks of the river Don from the Crimea, and to the Crimea from Ani, the capital of medieval Armenia. I was born into a family which followed the old patriarchal customs. There were nine children and I was the seventh." I do not know when the artist was born in me. It was probably in those days when I used to listen to my parents' stories about our mountainous, enchanted country, when I used to run as a small boy over the land around our home, and was filled with joy at the many colors of the butterflies, insects and flowers. Color, light and day-dreaming - those are what fired me".

~ extract from . . .
http://www.arthistoryarchive.com/arthistory/soviet/Armenian-Artists.html

. . . . .
all images from http://www.wikiart.org/en/martiros-saryan
. . . . .
M.Sarian House-Museum http://sarian.am/index_eng.html
. . . . .
#Art #MartirosSaryan
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John Atkinson Grimshaw
An Autumn Idyll (1885)

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John Atkinson Grimshaw (6 September 1836 – 13 October 1893) was a Victorian-era artist known for his city night-scenes and landscapes.

John Atkinson Grimshaw was born 6 September 1836 in Leeds. In 1861, at the age of 24, to the dismay of his parents, he left his job as a clerk for the Great Northern Railway to become a painter.

Grimshaw's primary influence was the Pre-Raphaelites. True to the Pre-Raphaelite style, he created landscapes of accurate colour and lighting, vivid detail and realism, often typifying seasons or a type of weather.

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Atkinson_Grimshaw

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John Atkinson Grimshaw
English painter. He specialized in a distinctive type of nocturnal townscape, usually featuring gaslights and wet streets, and Whistler said of him, ‘I considered myself the inventor of Nocturnes until I saw Grimmy's moonlit pictures.’

Grimshaw's paintings, however, unlike Whistler's, are sharp in focus and rather acidic in colouring, although often remarkably atmospheric. They were very popular (in spite of the fact that he rarely exhibited at the Royal Academy).

~ text source: The Oxford Dictionary of Art and Artists (Oxford University Press)

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Image from http://www.wikiart.org/en/john-atkinson-grimshaw/
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#Art #JohnAtkinsonGrimshaw
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John Atkinson Grimshaw
An Autumn Idyll (1885)

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John Atkinson Grimshaw (6 September 1836 – 13 October 1893) was a Victorian-era artist known for his city night-scenes and landscapes.

John Atkinson Grimshaw was born 6 September 1836 in Leeds. In 1861, at the age of 24, to the dismay of his parents, he left his job as a clerk for the Great Northern Railway to become a painter.

Grimshaw's primary influence was the Pre-Raphaelites. True to the Pre-Raphaelite style, he created landscapes of accurate colour and lighting, vivid detail and realism, often typifying seasons or a type of weather.

~ extract from . . .
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Atkinson_Grimshaw

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John Atkinson Grimshaw
English painter. He specialized in a distinctive type of nocturnal townscape, usually featuring gaslights and wet streets, and Whistler said of him, ‘I considered myself the inventor of Nocturnes until I saw Grimmy's moonlit pictures.’ 

Grimshaw's paintings, however, unlike Whistler's, are sharp in focus and rather acidic in colouring, although often remarkably atmospheric. They were very popular (in spite of the fact that he rarely exhibited at the Royal Academy).

~ text source: The Oxford Dictionary of Art and Artists (Oxford University Press)

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Image from http://www.wikiart.org/en/john-atkinson-grimshaw/
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#Art #JohnAtkinsonGrimshaw
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The Passenger in Cabin no.54

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20w
The passenger in cabin 54,
dressed in gold and yellow,
sat and watched the sea, the billowing waves
as the sun cast its golden net,
and every evening as she watched

her hand dropped the book she read,
perhaps trying to connect with what the waves said,
she lost the thread
of the narrative which she held in her hand.

Thanks for the image Anu X.
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Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
The passenger in cabin 54 (1896)
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Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
24 November 1864 – 9 September 1901
Henri Marie Raymond de Toulouse-Lautrec-Monfa was a French painter, printmaker, draughtsman and illustrator whose immersion in the colourful and theatrical life of Paris in the late 19th century allowed him to produce a collection of enticing, elegant and provocative images of the modern, sometimes decadent, life of those times.

~ extract from https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henri_de_Toulouse-Lautrec
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Due to a genetic weakness resulting from the consanguineous marriage of his parents (who were first cousins), Lautrec’s legs ceased growing after he broke both his femur bones in separate, minor accidents during his adolescence. As an adult, Lautrec had a normally proportioned upper body, but the stubby legs of a dwarf; his mature height was barely five feet, and he walked with great difficulty using a cane. 

The style and content of Lautrec’s posters were heavily influenced by Japanese ukiyo-e prints. Areas of flat color bound by strong outlines, silhouettes, cropped compositions, and oblique angles are all typical of woodblock prints by artists like Katsushika Hokusai (1760–1849) (JP1847) and Ando Hiroshige (1797–1858)

~ extract from http://www.metmuseum.org/toah/hd/laut/hd_laut.htm
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Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec died on September 9, 1901, at the Château Malromé in Saint-André-du-Bois at 36 years old, leaving behind more than 700 canvas paintings, 350 prints and posters and 5,000 drawings, among other works. As such, he is seen as a seminal pioneer to a number of movements, 

~ extract from http://www.biography.com/people/henri-de-toulouse-lautrec-9509115#synopsis
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A dervish I dance my way through life;
A dervish I pause at the gate that takes me to death.
A dervish I know I cannot pause long;
A dervish I leap, a leap of faith
into the arms of the spirit that dances not,
the spirit that is waiting to embrace me,
the spirit that forever stands still.

Sept. 3, 2016,

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i died as a mineral and became a plant
i died as plant and rose to animal
i died as animal and i was man
why should i fear
when was i less by dying

Rumi
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A haiku of smile and choice
or choice of smile as you please.

 Delicate porcelain, a vessel of choice.
a little bit of honey, a little bit of lime,
peace at heart and on the lips a smile
this is all that it takes to make tea divine.
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