Bonjour James, je vois le même paysage que par chez nous.... ton arbre ressemble étrangement à celui que j'ai peint il y a quelques jours.... Je te souhaite une très belle journée! Amitié et bises
L'hiver est un artiste qui simplifie et recompose le paysage. Et vous êtes aussi un artiste qui l'avez compris et nous le restituez. Bonnes fêtes de fin d'année! Anne
i cannot decide which image i like most, they are so wonderful, in their low key gray softness, how strangely fit the title as well, yes, who says there is another world, perhaps this is the only real world and the rest only the agitated dream of a madman (some Shakespeare echoes in my mind now, i don't know why). perhaps the third, though - i find myself drawn to it, again and again - asking myself what it could mean to be that tree, to be that silence, that grayness, gently unfolding the essence of the world...
Only where there is language is there world. --Martin Heidegger
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The word that fits would mime the genesis. --Michel Deguy
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Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes.
... that a whole world of lament arose, in which
all nature reappeared: forest and valley,
road and village, field and stream and animal;
and that around this lament-world, even as
around the other earth, a sun revolved
and a silent, star-filled heaven, a lament-
heaven, with its own, disfigured stars ...
Ein Klage-Himmel, "a lament-heaven," from Rilke's "Orpheus. Eurydike. Hermes." Poetry's post-rupture, post-lapsus, post-death-of-Eurydice dream of recreating that primal world -- Eden, childhood, Orpheus's singing -- where word and thing were one.
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Bonjour James, je vois le même paysage que par chez nous....
ton arbre ressemble étrangement à celui que j'ai peint il y a quelques jours....
Je te souhaite une très belle journée!
Amitié et bises
Jo
L'hiver est un artiste qui simplifie et recompose le paysage. Et vous êtes aussi un artiste qui l'avez compris et nous le restituez.
Bonnes fêtes de fin d'année!
Anne
Wishing you all the best for the New Year ... and thanking you for the images and words that you share.
i cannot decide which image i like most, they are so wonderful, in their low key gray softness, how strangely fit the title as well, yes, who says there is another world, perhaps this is the only real world and the rest only the agitated dream of a madman (some Shakespeare echoes in my mind now, i don't know why).
perhaps the third, though - i find myself drawn to it, again and again - asking myself what it could mean to be that tree, to be that silence, that grayness, gently unfolding the essence of the world...
ich liebe sie diese graue welt, sie wirft uns auf uns selbst zurück. Deine traumhaft schönen Bilder sind voller Poesie ...
Küsse für dich mein Freund,
isabella
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