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The Erotics of Edvard Munch
Monday, September 22nd, 2008 | arts, people | 1 Comment
There is no such a thing as peace in Edvard Munch’s art. The Norwegian painter, well known as a precursor of the Expressionism, succeeded in establishing new aesthetic boundaries in a time when the 19th century was slowly dying, and the 20th was not even born. His passionate lines, his anxiety, his tortured, struggling characters mixed in order to create a deeply symbolical imagery, abstractive of fears, love, obsessions and mysticism alike. The woman, as Munch sees it, is either pure, angelical, high above all materialism, or the very embodiment of sin and decay. As the Madonna painting so strongly reveals us, sensuality and religious matters are forever entangled in artist’s vision, who won’t dissociate between mystical and sexual ecstasy: the beloved one is on love’s highest heights, and that gives her the very transfiguration of sacred suffering. The ultimate intensity is the path to ultimate truth. When lovers are lost in their union, love itself increases their delirious concupiscence, love itself becomes a devouring force, melting their individualities into one, center-absorbed spiral. And when love is gone, there’s nothing else left but despair and despair alone.
A Few of My Favourite Things
Saturday, September 6th, 2008 | arts, sex-appeal, vintage | No Comments
A funny and full of sex-appeal performance adding lots of spice to the classic My Favourite Things from The Sound of Music.
Well, ok, I guess I can also share something here. The more, the merrier. So, my favourite things: white silk, black velvet, high heels, sandalwood, long kisses in dark corners, heavy winters and heavy snow, cream, hot tea, bold men, strong wills, wine, indigo paper, perfume bottles, good manners, grace, drama, trains, courtship, countrysides, fireplaces. Intuition. And smarts.
Time for evaluating them all, now: what are your favourite things?