Blake portrait by Thomas Phillips English poet, painter, and printmaker William Blake was born, November 28, 1757 at 28 Broad Street (now Broadwick St.) in Soho, London ❦ Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. What he […]William Blake [1757-1827] — Marina Kanavaki
I used to sell paintings quite regularly on ebay. I have a few left outstanding from last year. This one, like many, represents one of my favourite subjects, the beautiful North Norfolk resort of Blakeney in East Anglia.
Copyright Francis Barker 2020
Originally posted on Humoring the Goddess: Hans Holbein the Younger (1497-1543) was a German painter, draftsman, and designer, renowned for the precise rendering of his drawings and the compelling realism of his portraits, particularly those recording the court of King Henry VIII of England. Henry VIII Holbein the Younger was one of the most celebrated…Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Hans Holbein the Younger — Blue Dragon Journal
Influenced by the Shoreham landscapes of Samuel Palmer, and his teacher John Nash, here are the eerily empty landscapes of Essex, Sussex Downs, and elsewhere.Quiet Landscapes: watercolours of Eric Ravilious 1 — The Eclectic Light Company
German painter, draftsman, printmaker, and theorist of the German Renaissance, Albrecht Dürer was born, May 21, 1471, in the Franconian city of Nuremberg. ❦ Dürer established his reputation and influence across Europe when he was in his twenties due to his high-quality woodcut prints. He was in communication with the major Italian artists of his […]Albrecht Dürer — Marina Kanavaki
*This man was extraordinary: here‘s an interesting book.
A few daubs called art
It’s a happy accident
A beholder stares
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There is a mystery surrounding painter Tom Thompson’s death. Last time, I shared with you a letter written by his friend to Thompson’s benefactor. Tom left here on sunday about one o’clock for a fishing trip down the lake and at three oclock his Canoe was found floating a short distance from my place with […]
You may well ask – why the fascination with England’s eastern coast?
The south coast may be more affluent, at times very picturesque and very dramatic in places. The south west, Cornwall and Devon, are wonderfully atmospheric. Great Britain as a whole is blessed with a huge variety of coasts.
Of course, the reason I favour the east coast, and in particular the stretch from Lincolnshire down to Suffolk, is that it is local! It may all be relatively low-lying but there is a huge variety of seascapes, from the bleak beauty of North Norfolk, surely one of the best coasts in the world, to the archetypal English coastal town of Southwold.
Who would want to paint anything else?
Francis Barker 2020
James Joyce is the Irish colossus of English literature.
Novelist, short story writer, poet, teacher, critic, linguist, singer… he was a man of many parts.
Brought up in a traditionally Catholic household, he rejected much of what that tradition stood for, becoming a leading member of the writing Avant-Garde, yet he never left the old Catholic world completely.
He spent most of later years abroad, travelling to Italy, France and finally dying Switzerland; he may have left his native Dublin but it continued to dominate his thoughts, strongly influence his writing.
According to the birth data, he had Capricorn rising, an indication of a hard working approach to life. His ruler, Saturn, is in Taurus in house 5 of creativity, which is ruled by and making a difficult square to Venus in Aquarius in house 2 of personal security. He clearly put a lot of effort in to his creative art but it was always, especially early on, a financial struggle.
The Aquarian paradox
James Joyce was a Sun Aquarian, natives who typically have a certain rebellious or unusual streak about them, though who also, paradoxically, often adhere to certain aspects of conservatism all their life.
This may be due to the attribution of the traditional ruling planet of Aquarius, Saturn, in his more positive aspect. Uranus too has become associated with the fixed air sign.
Joyce had Venus conjunct his Sun in house 2. Here is his attraction to the artistic process and beauty in an Aquarian forward thinking manner.
His Sun is also closely square Neptune in Taurus, along with Jupiter in house 5. Joyce had a very fine tenor voice, and Neptune’s strong link to the Sun from Taurus, a sign which rules the throat, may be indicative of this, plus his abilities at creative writing and poetry.
His Mercury just into Pisces in house 3 hints at a fine imagination, especially as the ruler of house 3, Jupiter, is in conjunction with Neptune and trine Uranus from house 9.
Here is the extraordinary writing potential, which is at once imaginative, inspirational but also off beat.
Works like ‘Portrait’, ‘Ulysses’ and ‘Finnegan’s Wake’ are testimony to this. Mercury is also the ruler of house 9 of the higher mind, where Uranus is found. He was something of a linguist too.
However, this Mercury is also trine Mars in Gemini. Here is the sharp intellect too, which gave him the ability to be a fine critic.
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Black paint on the front door
was peeling badly. Before knocking
I ran a crackling finger over it,
flakes falling into shade around my feet.
A small grey lady in garish pink
dressed for bed, squinted up at me,
something akin to Stravinsky
played in the darkness behind her.
“Take a pew!” – words betraying her age,
her station, a headmistress perhaps,
Arnold’s paintings in primaries all over low,
leaning walls in a room of gloom,
as if yellowed by years of smoke
and smelling of rose and age.
His preference for palette knife
and fingers were evident at once –
then a portrait, blue eyes staring at me,
almost violet, gorgeous like Liz Taylor
and hints of a grey uniform with pips.
Tea and scone arrived on Royal Albert
with shuffles of pink slipper.
“The portrait,” I pointed.
“Oh, that’s me, circa 1944,” she croaked,
standing bent. “But not his usual style.”
“No,” I had to agree, writing frantically,
excitement like sap
sent tingling up my spine.
So, let’s get this right:
She had trained in Ireland,
was deployed to France,
following allied troops into Germany
all the way to the end, in Berlin.
Hers an eccentric family of noble stock,
a quite irregular life lived on the edge.
Did I believe her? At first, yes.
At least until I closed the door
with that peeling paint.
Then I noticed the corner in the road,
breathed in the fresh air,
saw the rush of wind in poplars
and rooks cawing their honest presence.
The further I drove the less I believed.
Narrow roads led into town, a realisation
that still – the artist had eluded me
Poem and image © copyright df barker 2012