Meu primeiro cartaz

A primeira vez que adquiri algo para um quarto meu, o que fiz pela primeira vez quando fora da casa da família, comprei o poster desta pintura.

É engraçado, que o momento em que a mãe, a senhora onde eu acabara de entrar como Au-pair, entrou no meu quarto e viu o poster pendurado, e gostou, é um dos que me lembro vivamente; é aliás o primeiro momento que me lembro, nessa casa.

Penso que aquilo que seria insignificante para outros, foi para mim vibrante, pela simples razão de que a senhora disse algo de simpático. Simplesmente ”—nice”. Eu tinha 18 anos. Ser aprovada, era uma coisa extremamente especial.

Nú azul de Picasso 1905, salvo erro

Quizz II – Which painter, which picture?

 Do you know who painted this picture, and what is it’s name?

Marie Bouliard – Auto-retrato (de Bijon)

Autro-retrato (de Bijon), Marie Geneviève Bouliard, Escola de França, sec XVIII,

Paris, 1763 ; não se sabe se em Paris ou Château-d’Acy (Saône-et-Loire), em 1825

Óleo sobre tela, 56×51, 4º quartal do século XVIII, Museu de Belas Artes de Bijon, França

Este Auto-retrato esteve exposto na Goulbenkian e/ou ? no Museu de Arte Antiga de Lisboa, em 1976

Aspásia de Maria Genoviève Bouliard?

Aspásia, 1794 – de Maria Genoveva Bouliard  ?

Ainda tenho que investigar quais as dúvidas que há a respeito desta autoria. Parece que não há ainda certeza.

Naturalmente que o olhar para o espelho significa o grego ”conhece-te a ti próprio”. E o busto por de trás de Aspásia, será Péricles, de quem teve um filho.

Waterhouse: A Alma da Rosa – Para a Ana Paula

 Soul of the Rose  1908

John William Waterhouse  (1849-1917)  

O prometido prémio para a Ana Paula, do Música do Ocaso pela resposta mais completa ao Quizz dos três Filósofos.
Obrigada. Pensara em algo mais filosófico, mas tornou-se isto e relaciona-se com o que a Ana Paula anda a ler… sobre culturas que herdaram a tradição do cultivo dos belos jardins e pátios das casas mediterrânicas, perfumados com as flores, entre as quais a rosa era soberana. Um voto para que voltemos a essa boa tradição que esquecemos.

Os 3 filósofos, não avaros do ouro, e o coleccionador

O Paulo do Afinidades respondeu ao Quizz…

Como sou incapaz de beber qualquer álcool sem ficar entontecida e sonolenta, mas quero no entanto, beber do néctar dos filósofos, para ficar menos tonta e (não esperta, mas sim) desperta, vou ver se posso bater à porta deste conhecedor. É que ele tem um jeito especial de perceber a alma dos artistas! Muito ganha aqui o ”A Arte e Kalokagathia”, se ele gentilmente nos ceder permissão para destacarmos as suas profundas reflexões e postais que metem arte ! No último dentre eles, dizia ele assim…

O Coleccionador de Degas

… parti para uma lúgubre reflexão acerca do coleccionismo. Não versando a Arte, logo o Belo, em que medida a aplicação da curiosidade à acumulação de determinada categoria de objectos não acabará por substituir à inicial sofisticação informadora do propósito uma concentração atentatória da atenção ao Humano no seu todo, capaz de transformar em mania esterilizadora o que poderia ser pretexto para engrandecimento interior?

… o olhar, como a postura acabrunhada do “retratado”, excitaram a minha interpretação da negatividade que penso exalada desta visão do coleccionador. A própria forma como ele manipula objectos do seu passatempo se assemelha à clássica figuração do avarento com o ouro…

E concordamos que ”Degas era Grande”! Algures neste seu blog se encontra uma interpretação de um outro Degas que agora não consegui encontrar, com uma mulher a beber absinto.

A pergunta que eu queria colocar ao Paulo, é: qual a sua interpretação dos mistérios de Giorgione, começando pelos 3 filósofos?

Será que está relacionado com o que aqui é mencionado como os 3 Ouros?
Não serão estes 3 Ouros relacionados (de uma maneira que poderá ser complexa e não paralela), a um nível superior, com 3 níveis de Paraíso ou do Além? Estes são mencionados por Swedenborg, teoria que, pessoalmente, ouvi pela primeira vez do mormonismo, cujo fundador as incluiu ou possivelmente plagiou de Swedenborg (embora sem qualquer referência às suas leituras de Swedenborg, as quais estão provadas).

Assim, torna-se possível a seguinte interpretação:

O filósofo à direita representará o mundo celestial, aliás bem expresso nas folhas que segura, como que insinuando um movimento de algo que sai de dentro de si mesmo, revelando simultaneamente ser conhecimento só possível de comunicar aos iniciados e sábios. Ele tem o máximo conhecimento, do Céu, pelo menos, do que seja possível conhecer. O filósofo central representará o conhecimento do mundo intermédio, enquanto que o filósofo à esquerda, representará o mundo terreno, por isso está sentado na Terra, de esquadro em punho, e olhando o exterior, as rochas. O do meio tem até a mão (o único detalhe com um defeito) frisando o meio do corpo, onde se situam energias dormentes que esperam por elevação, algo abaixo da cintura; tem o olhar para baixo, como olhamos quando precisamos prescrutarmo-nos e conhecermo-nos a nós próprios e à nossa Alma.

Interessante é também o contraste com os vários quadros de Giorgone em que ele foca o coração, o que aqui não acontece.

Estão em frente à Aurora, tal como a Aurora espiritual do Homem, e o céu e luz ligam-se ao sábio à direita, com os seus desenhos dos Astros, dando portanto importância aos corpos celestes.

Também poderiam estar à porta da caverna de Platão… mas isso já duvido mais.

Quizz: What’s the name of the painting and author?

In english:

This is one of my favourite paintings. Do you know it’s name and author?

The best and most complete answer get’s a surprise. If it get’s difficult to decide who’s the best answer, we can even debate… :)

Click on the second picture to be able to focus. Let me know if you like it. Explain the meaning, the period… Whatever you like.

In portuguese:

Fica aqui uma brincadeira: sabe o nome e o pintor deste quadro, assim como mais alguma coisa que queira dizer, como por exemplo as datas de vida do pintor, o País, etc? Desafio à resposta ou comentário mais interessante. Recebe um prémio surpresa.

Este quadro é um dos meus absolutamente favoritos, pelo que conheço dele, pois nunca o vi na realidade…

Clique sobre a seguinte para ampliar. Vale a pena!

Van Goghs motivation

Hello dear Joel
Wellcome!

It was not clear what Van Gogh should do for a long time…he ”was difficult”, and inadapted – he had fights, and people rejected him, also at home. His father, with whom he couldn’t comunicate either was a minister (protestant). Van Gogh followed the study: he wanted to be able to help the poor, by giving them the only thing worth…God, eternity. He was very devoted. He didn’t manage it, he soon had to give it up, it was a faillure. That’s how he finally got to paint – alone and in utter misery – well, in aloneness and poverty, and among ”his poor” people. Intelectually, he also mooved from Religion to Art – in faces of the typical ”problems of religion”, he turned to the language and world of Art, as his religious way and language. He was a quite religious person, with religious enquiriess.

Interesting how such a thing is never talked about such a famous person, isn’t it? Well, that’s simply because our ”neutral” times, ”without religion”, are not what we think they are, are they?

This is a fascinating element about Van Gogh, specially and specifically because this compassion for people is what mooved him – wether as a minister, or as a painter.

Cheers!

Filosofia – Philosophy

Estou absolutamente sem tempo por enqusnto, e não posso postar neste blog. Vai demorar. Não é só a total ausência de tempo: é que neste momento estou mais ocupada com filosofia do que com a expressão dela pela arte – e essa temática pertence lá n’A Ilha dos Amores. Gostava de vos ver por lá!

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I am for the time being busy with ”an experiment”: a study of philosphy in the Netherlands, and about that I write in my blog:

http://www.ailhadosamores.wordpress.com

A Ilha dos Amores

The most of it will be in in portuguese also so that I can keep my language – I wish I was following my study in english. Dutch is the most difficult language I could choose to follow it!… But well, it has it’s reasons. How my brain, thoughts and consciousness process works in this language business, is also one of my subjects. It would be interesting to discuss philosophy in some english forum…. but well, now that is exactly what I am supposed to do at the University! – with an imense amount of homework. It should be fun! :))

Eu sou estranha na Terra…

Van Gogh’s First Sunday Sermon: 29 October 1876

I Am a Stranger on the Earth . . . . .

Psalm 119 : 19. I am a stranger on the earth, hide not Thy commandments from me. It is an old belief and it is a good belief, that our life is a pilgrim’s progress – that we are strangers on the earth, but that though this be so, yet we are not alone for our Father is with us. We are pilgrims, our life is a long walk or journey from earth to Heaven.

The beginning of this life is this: there is only one who remembereth no more her sorrow and her anguish for joy that a man is horn into the world. She is our Mother. The end of our pilgrimage is the entering in Our Father’s house, where are many mansions, where He has gone before us to prepare a place for us. The end of this life is what we call death – it is an hour in which words are spoken, things are seen and felt, that are kept in the secret chambers of the hearts of those who stand by, – it is so that all of us have such things in our hearts or forebodings of such things. There is sorrow in the hour when a man is born into the world, but also joy, deep and unspeakable, thankfulness so great that it reaches the highest heavens. Yes the Angels of God, they smile, they hope and they rejoice when a man is born in the world. There is sorrow in the hour of death, but there is also joy unspeakable when it is the hour of death of one who has fought a good fight. There is one who has said: I am the resurrection and the life, if any man believe in Me though he were dead, yet shall he live. There was an apostle who heard a voice from heaven saying: Blessed are they that die in the Lord, for they rest from their labour and their works follow them. There is joy when a man is born in the world, but there is greater joy when a spirit has passed through great tribulation, when an angel is born in Heaven. Sorrow is better than joy – and even in mirth the heart is sad – and it is better to go to the house of mourning than to the house of feasts, for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better. Our nature is sorrowful, but for those who have learnt and are learning to look at Jesus Christ there is always reason to rejoice. It is a good word that of St. Paul: as being sorrowful yet always rejoicing. For those who believe in Jesus Christ, there is no death or sorrow that is not mixed with hope – no despair – there is only a constantly being born again, a constantly going from darkness into light. They do not mourn as those who have no hope – Christian Faith makes life to evergreen life.

We are pilgrims on the earth and strangers – we come from afar and we are going far. -The journey of our life goes from the loving breast of our Mother on earth to the arms of our Father in heaven. Everything on earth changes – we have no abiding city here – it is the experience of everybody. That it is God’s will that we should part with what is dearest on earth – we ourselves change in many respects, we are not what we once were, we shall not remain what we are now. From infancy we grow up to boys and girls – young men and women – and if God spares us and helps us, to husbands and wives, Fathers and Mothers in our turn, and then, slowly but surely the face that once had the early dew of morning, gets its wrinkles, the eyes that once beamed with youth and gladness speak of a sincere deep and earnest sadness, though they may keep the fire of Faith, Hope and Charity – though they may beam with God’s spirit. The hair turns grey or we lose it-ah-indeed we only pass through the earth, we only pass through life, we are strangers and pilgrims on the earth. The world passes and all its glory. Let our later days be nearer to Thee, and therefore better than these.

Yet we may not live on casually hour by hour – no we have a strife to strive and a fight to fight. What is it we must do: we must love God with all our strength, with all our might, with all our soul, we must love our neighbours as ourselves. These two commandments we must keep, and if we follow after these, if we are devoted to this, we are not alone, for our Father in Heaven is with us, helps us and guides us, gives us strength day by day, hour by hour, and so we can do all things through Christ who gives us might. We are strangers on the earth, hide not Thy commandments from us. Open Thou our eyes that we may behold wondrous things out of Thy law. Teach us to do Thy will and influence our hearts that the love of Christ may constrain us and that we may be brought to do what we must do to be saved.

On the road from earth to Heaven
Do Thou guide us with Thine eye;
We are weak but Thou art mighty,
Hold us with Thy powerful hand.

Our life, we might compare it with a journey, we go from the place where we were born to a far-off haven. Our earlier life might be compared to sailing on a river, but very soon the waves become higher, the wind more violent, we are at sea almost before we are aware of it – and the prayer from the heart ariseth to God: Protect me 0 God, for my bark is so small and Thy sea is so great. The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, its tides and its depths; it has its pearls too. The heart that seeks for God and for a Godly life has more storms than any other. Let us see how a Psalmist describes a storm at sea. He must have felt the storm in his heart to describe it so. We read in the io7th Psalm: They that go down to the sea in ships that do business in great waters, these see the works of the Lord and His wonders in the deep. For He commandeth and raiseth up a stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof. They mount up to Heaven, they go down again to the depth, their soul melteth in them because of their trouble. Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth them out of their distresses. He bringeth them into their desired haven.

Do we not feel this sometimes on the sea of our lives?

Does not every one of you feel with me the storms of life or their forebodings or their recollections?

And now let us read a description of another storm at sea in the New Testament, as we find it in the VIth chapter of the Gospel according to St. John in the i7th to the 21st verse. “And the disciples entered into a ship and went over the sea towards Capernaum. And the sea arose by reason of a great wind that blew. So when they had rowed about five-and-twenty or thirty furlongs, they see Jesus walking on the sea and drawing nigh unto the ship and they were afraid. Then they willingly received Him into the ship and immediately the ship was at the land whither they went.” You who have experienced the great storms of life, you over whom all the waves and all the billows of the Lord have gone – have you not heard, when your heart failed for fear, the beloved well-known voice with something in its tone that reminded you of the voice that charmed your childhood – the voice of Him whose name is Saviour and Prince of Peace, saying as it were to you personally, mind to you personally: “It is I, be not afraid.” Fear not. Let not your heart be troubled. And we whose lives have been calm up till now, calm in comparison of what others have felt – let us not fear the storms of life, amidst the high waves of the sea and under the grey clouds of the sky we shall see Him approaching, for whom we have so often longed and watched, Him we need so – and we shall hear His voice: It is I, be not afraid. And if after an hour or season of anguish or distress or great difficulty or pain or sorrow we hear Him ask us: “Dost thou love me?” Then let us say: Lord Thou knowest all things, Thou knowest that I love Thee. And let us keep that heart full of the love of Christ and may from thence issue a life which the love of Christ constraineth, Lord Thou knowest all things, Thou knowest that I love Thee; when we look back on our past we feel sometimes as if we did love Thee, for whatsoever we have loved, we loved in Thy name.

Have we not often felt as a widow and an orphan – in joy and prosperity as well and even more than under grief – because of the thought of Thee.

Truly our soul waiteth for Thee more than they that watch for the morning, our eyes are up unto Thee, 0 Thou who dwellest in Heaven. In our days too there can be such a thing as seeking the Lord.

What is it we ask of God – is it a great thing? Yes, it is a great thing, peace for the ground of our heart, rest for our soul – give us that one thing and then we want not much more, then we can do without many things, then can we suffer great things for Thy name’s sake. We want to know that we are Thine and that Thou art ours, we want to be Thine – to be Christians – we want a Father, a Father’s love and a Father’s approval. May the experience of life make our eye single and fix it on Thee. May we grow better as we go on in life. We have spoken of the storms on the journey of life, but now let us speak of the calms and joys of Christian life. And yet, my dear friends, let us rather cling to the seasons of difficulty and work and sorrow, for the calms are often treacherous. The heart has its storms, has its seasons of drooping but also its calms and even its times of exaltation. There is a time of sighing and of praying, but there is also a time of answer to prayer. Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.

The heart that is fainting
May grow full to overflowing
And they that behold it
Shall wonder and know not
That God at its fountains
Far off has been raining.

My peace I leave with you – we saw how there is peace even in the storm. Thanks be to God, who has given us to be born and to live in a Christian country. Has any one of us forgotten the golden hours of our early days at home, and since we left that home – for many of us have had to leave that home and to earn their living and to make their way in the world. Has He not brought us thus far, have we lacked anything, Lord we believe help Thou our unbelief. I still feel the rapture, the thrill of joy I felt when for the first time I cast a deep look in the lives of my Parents, when I felt by instinct how much they were Christians. And I still feel that feeling of eternal youth and enthusiasm wherewith I went to God, saying: “I will be a Christian too.” Are we what we dreamt we should be? No, but still the sorrows of life, the multitude of things of daily life and of daily duties, so much more numerous than we expected, the tossing to and fro in the world, they have covered it over, but it is not dead, it sleepeth. The old eternal faith and love of Christ, it may sleep in us but it is not dead and God can revive it in us. But though to be born again to eternal life, to the life of Faith, Hope and Charity, – and to an evergreen life – to the life of a Christian and a Christian workman, be a gift of God, a work of God – and of God alone, yet let us put the hand to the plough on the field of our heart, let us cast out our net once more – let us try once more. God knows the intention of the spirit. God knows us better than we know ourselves, for He made us and not we ourselves. He knows of what things we have need. He knows what is good for us. May He give us His blessing on the seed of His word, that He has sown in our hearts. God helping us, we shall get through life. With every temptation he will give a way to escape.Father we pray Thee not that Thou shouldest take us out of the world, but we pray Thee to keep us from evil. Give us neither poverty nor riches, feed us with bread convenient for us. And let Thy songs be our delight in the houses of our pilgrimage. God of our Fathers be our God: may their people be our people, their faith our faith. We are strangers on the earth, hide not Thy commandments from us, but may the love of Christ constrain us. Entreat us not to leave Thee or refrain from following after Thee. Thy people shall be our people. Thou shalt be our God.

Our life is a pilgrim’s progress. I once saw a very beautiful picture: it was a landscape at evening. In the distance on the right-hand side a row of hills appeared blue in the evening mist. Above those hills the splendour of the sunset, the grey clouds with their linings of silver and gold and purple. The landscape is a plain or heath covered with grass and its yellow leaves, for it was in autumn. Through the landscape a road leads to a high mountain far, far away, on the top of that mountain is a city wherein the setting sun casts a glory. On the road walks a pilgrim, staff in hand. He has been walking for a good long while already and he is very tired. And now he meets a woman, or figure in black, that makes one think of St. Paul’s word: As being sorrowful yet always rejoicing. That Angel of God has been placed there to encourage the pilgrims and to answer their questions and the pilgrim asks her: Does the road go uphill then all the way?”

And the answer is: “Yes to the very end.”

And he asks again: “And will the journey take all day long?”

And the answer is: “From morn till night my friend.”

And the pilgrim goes on sorrowful yet always rejoicing – sorrowful because it is so far off and the road so long. Hopeful as he looks up to the eternal city far away, resplendent in the evening glow and he thinks of two old sayings that he heard long ago – the one is:

“Much strife must be striven
Much suffering must be suffered
Much prayer must be prayed
And then the end will be peace.”

And the other is

“The water comes up to the lips
But higher comes it not.”

And he says: I shall be more and more tired but also nearer and nearer to Thee. Has not man a strife on earth? But there is a consolation from God in this life. An Angel of God comforting man – that is the Angel of Charity. Let us not forget her. And when each of us goes back to the daily things and daily duties let us not forget that things are not what they seem, that God by the things of daily life teacheth us higher things, that our life is a pilgrim’s progress, and that we are strangers on the earth, but that we have a God and father who preserveth strangers, – and that we are all brethren. Amen.

And now the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God the Father and the fellowship of the Holy Ghost, be with us forever more.

Amen.

(Reading: Psalm XCI.)

Alpha, em Português

Isto não é uma tradução do anterior artigo em inglês, é um outro texto.

A minha Rota na Arte: Pintura, Escultura, Poesia, e talvez também Música e Dança.

E navegando também o meu País ou outro País onde minha Odisseia pelo Mar das Tormentas me obrigue… até à chegada à Ilha dos Amores: Paisagens, Igrejas, Mosteiros… Filosofia e Religião são parte essencial de mim, da minha Arte e vida.

Mas o que é religião? Eis logos uma das perguntas essenciais…

Está por ver ainda qual a melhor coordenação entre três funções diferentes para os meus três blogs, A Ilha dos Amores, a Lira de Terpsichore e A Arte e Kalokagathia.

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Peço aos meus compatriotas, que não desistam quando me vêem expressando-me em inglês. Estou a orientar-me em como escrever um blog, uma espécie de velha estrada desconhecida e cheia de curvas, nas fronteiras entre o íntimo, o privado e o público. Amo a nossa língua e País, pelo qual precisamos lutar. Prefiro escrever português, mas por este método, posso talvez dar uma muito modesta colaboração para que o nosso País não continue esquecido e ignorado dos olhos do mundo, e para que saibam da nossa riqueza intelectual e cultural. Por muito pouco que seja, ou que pareça, grão a grão, enche a galinha o papo… Cada um tem que fazer a sua parte. Basta haver umas poucas de pessoas chamadas a encantarem-se com alguns dos nossos artistas, e que deixe de ser completamente ignorante a respeito (até da existência) do nosso País, como o é o mundo quase inteiro, para já ter valido a pena.

O português tem a mania de pensar ”Oh, isso faz o Instituto Camões!” …Vivi tantos anos no estrangeiro, e o Instituto Camões permanece ausente ou desconhecido, naturalmente porque as suas possibilidades têem que ir crescendo. É preciso haver outras forças, e essas forças estão em nós. Não há Instituto nem Governo que possa substituir a nossa própria compreensão daquilo que merece o nosso amor, atenção e cuidado.

Pronto. Sermão dado.

Alpha,- english

A space about my way, and my choices in Art: Painting, Sculpture, Poetry, for sure. And maybe Music and Dance.Also it’s (maybe) about Landscapes, Churches, Monasteries, of my home country, or another one where my Odissei may take me; or will O keep this to ”A Ilha dos Amores”? I still don’t know.

Philosophy and Religion are essential parts of my Art, as well. In a way, these subjects flow into each other, in another way, I want to be able to have an overwiew, and to keep it organized.

My aproach to Art is that of the painter, of the fighter behing the work. I would deslike it if some people would just come here ”to steal” images for just one ”practical” aim, leaving without a word, as I have experienced. I publish here work with understanding and apreciattion for the artist who has created it – suffered it, you could say it.

I shall see yet how I’m going to coordinate three diferent functions for my three blogs,

A Ilha dos Amores

Lira de Terpsichore

A Arte e Kalokagathia

Here you can come to encounter portuguese artists and art; philosophers, writers, poets, musicians, painters…. from Portugal. But also from any other country. I am not choosing acording to country, but to the work in itself. It’s a blog about Art. Simply, I include great work done by people coming from Portugal, which is so often excluded from all books of Art History, and ignored by the dominating culture.

I would love to comunicate with far away people, most of all with people of the countryes where I lived in for quite a long time! England, Germany, Holland… and even … India… but I don’t know how this will take form: as long as I am still studying in Holland, my longing goes most of all to write in portuguese, comunicating with portuguese and Portugal, and in this way, to be able to not be any more as much exhiled from my country, language and amable people, which I miss so much.

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And a last very fascinating thing would be to be able to contact Dutch people in a new way. To form a new bridge with them… ! Would that ever be possible?

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Mais…come artiste… ce que je veux c’est d’être capable de comunicer avec tout le monde, tous les personne de tous les Pays… les almes qui aussit chante avec la Passion pour la Poesie et le sacrement dans l’Art…

Et vous voyez? C’est pas possible de dire quelque chose simple come ça en anglais. Avec le français, la il y a du chant, du sentiment, du coeur!