In Times Of Crisis

Etretat, soleil couchant (Etretat, Sunset), 1883, North Carolina Museum of Art, Raliegh, North Carolina.

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Is this crisis in the world?

Where?

How different from

Six years before?

Is this crisis in me

And so in you?

How?

Is it the same way?

The way it used to be...

Is the direction of the wind

Alternative

Changeable as we desire?

Is the scorching sun

Suffocating them more today

Than in the old days

When sleeping indoors was

A battle against the elements?

Do those flurries disturb them more

Up there in the north?

This crisis of my soul

So welcome

For I know now

Whom and how

I will love.

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Claude Monet (14 November 1840 – 5 December 1926) was a founder of French impressionist painting, and the most consistent and prolific practitioner of the movement's philosophy of expressing one's perceptions before nature, especially as applied to plain-air landscape painting. The term Impressionism is derived from the title of his painting Impression, Sunrise (Impression, Soleil levant).

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Thank Goddess (I)

In an attempt to find

A way with silence

She hides from the others

And walks away

No direction

Nor intention

Finding in her path

A little transparent

Almost magical stream

Her feet longed

To get in

As she did

The coldness felt

As the best of gifts

Lies back and listens…

The sparrows

The running water

And the breeze

Inviting her to go

And meet

The goddess within.

_____________________________________________________________Camille Pissarro

(C) Dulce

Impressionists (4)
Camille Pissarro (1830-1903) was a key member of the French Impressionist group of painters. Born in St. Thomas in the West Indies, where his father was a prosperous merchant. Pissarro received his early education at a boarding school near Paris.
Pissarro settled in France 1855. He arrived in time to see the great Exposition Universelle (World's Fair) which included a large art section. Following the advice of Corot, whose landscapes he had admired at the fair, Pissarro was soon painting and sketching in small towns and villages near Paris, along the Seine, Oise and Marne rivers. He formed friendships with Paul Cézanne, Claude Monet, and other future members of the Impressionist group. . . (read more)

Old Lessons

Once a month I like to devote a post to an impressionist artist.This time it goes to P.A: Renoir. My poem of the day was inspired by this video ...And hope you understand....>>> (Please watch first and then read or viceversa!)

Below you can find another beautiful video with some FEMALE NUDE paintings as well.

We were children

Playful, joyful

Lost in innocence

Took for granted

Nothing

Could ever happen

That made our world

Break down…

We were blind with faith

And believed

Nothing

Could ever make us

Get down…

We were growing

Joyful, useful

In the grounds of heaven

We suffered vainly for

Death did not exist

Or was so far away…

Nobody taught us

It could happen

Any day

To anyone…

We grew up

Useful, mournful

When up came despair

Unreason and graves.

One of those times when

We had to accept,

Had to behave

As if nothing from

Our past had

Ever changed

And thus keep sane.

© DULCE

Pierre Auguste Renoir was a French impressionist painter noted for his radiant, intimate paintings, particularly of the female nude. Recognized by critics as one of the greatest and most independent painters of his period, Renoir is noted for the harmony of his lines, the brilliance of his colour, and the intimate charm of his wide variety of subjects. Unlike other impressionists he was as much interested in painting the single human figure or family group portraits as he was in landscapes; unlike them, too, he did not subordinate composition and plasticity of form to attempts at rendering the effect of light.

MOTHER & CHILD // MARY CASSATT

SON OF MINE
>My darling, my son, so gorgeous,
So perfect in every sense.
My deepest love evolves,
Surrounds your aura
With your sweet laughter.
>On your smile and presence
I depend to keep on
With the weight of life,
Which only makes sense
Since the day you were born:
That’s RELIANCE...
>Wanna hug you and kiss you
All day long.
When you cry my broken heart
Develops into painful pieces…
Fortunately, my spirit gets peace
Every time I see you.
>Certainly, I could not
Live without You, my Dear.
No matter how I try-
Words are vain to define this:
That’s UNUTTERABLE...
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>This connection is even harmful.
Motherhood is not a state,
Not a way of living,
It’s beyond nature,
Beyond the ‘never ending land’,
It overflows all bounds, all wisdom,
The infinite and vast space:
That’s BIZARRE...
>Spoilt?
Who could help it?
My angel, my bravest and delicate
Little Man
Oh honey!
Moan more, demand more
Make me angry
So as not to worship you so much
So as to deal with my own life
A bit more
And so you with yours:
That’s FONDNESS, ADORATION, PASSION...
That’s LOVE…

© Dulce Rosales
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Mary Stevenson Cassatt (May 22, 1844 – June 14, 1926) was an American painter and printmaker. She lived much of her adult life in France, where she first befriended Edgar Degas and later exhibited among the Impressionists.
Cassatt often created images of the social and private lives of women, with particular emphasis on the intimate bonds between mothers and children.
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Edgar Degas

My favourite painter of all time is (Hilaire Germain) Edgar Degas, a French painter and

sculptor, whose innovative composition, skilful drawing, and perceptive analysis of movement made him one of the masters of modern art in the late 19th century.

He was born into a well-to-do banking family on July 19, 1834, in Paris.

Degas is usually classed with the impressionists, and he exhibited with them in seven of the eight impressionist exhibitions. However, his training in classical drafting and his dislike of painting directly from nature produced a style that represented a related alternative to impressionism. His pastels are usually simple compositions containing only a few figures. He was obliged to depend on vibrant colours and meaningful gestures rather than on precise lines and careful detailing, but, in spite of such limitations, these works are eloquent and expressive and have a simple grandeur unsurpassed by any of his other works.

Degas was not well known to the public, and his true artistic stature did not become evident until after his death. He died in Paris on September 27, 1917.