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In a post here, and also in my sister’s blog, from past January 18th: «A Pictorial Tribute – Delvaux’s “Ari”, and a sort of family portrait» , I commented on the resemblace between the young woman in red depicted by Paul Delvaux in “Rosine” (oil on canvas from 1968) and my…
–This is a very fragmentary draft left by Ariel, and I do not feel capable to complete it beyond the few notes I have added to this moment –mostly to make it understandable and more or less presentable–. The subject and the fictional characters Ariel chose are so deeply hers that any tentative I could… Continue reading Some of my Heroines… and a Little Hero
I have only three drafts left to correct and complete for posting on this blog before taking a break in August 13th. I do need a break. I think as well that Ariel herself would want me to stop and rest –at least with respect to this blog of hers. This is not a draft… Continue reading The Last Nice Picture
Half-buried Dog (Perro Semi-hundido, in Spanish) is one of the names usually given to this painting by Francisco de Goya y Lucientes. It shows the head of a small dog looking upwards to something invisible to the viewer. The dog itself is quite lost in the vastness of the rest of the image, which is […]… Continue reading Perro Semihundido – Half-buried Dog – A beloved work by Francisco de Goya (seen from beyond…)
I recently posted a fragment of this oil painting by Alyssa Monks –Morning after II– on my personal blog (here. I’m also using it now as a header pic for my “posts page”, with a touch of green and violet added), but I am sure Ari would have posted it differently; better than me; like… Continue reading A Painting with Soul: ‘Morning After II’ by Alyssa Monks
Xan mo ilo, kamlale! Pale si ma e zhivindi jag… These are Rromani words meaning “Eat my heart, my beloved ones! While I still keep the flame of life…” So why do I want my heart eaten?… How?… By whom?… To the first –rhetorical– question my answer is simple: because I need love now beyond… Continue reading Xan mo ilo! – Eat my heart!
… It always was and still is. And you always paid lavishly! So, I am completely sure you have got now all you lacked here. Including “him”. [In memoriam Ari Fontrodona ] – – – – [The images come from Charlie Chaplin Picture Database – these ones were scaned by Cineteca di Bologna as part… Continue reading The Price is Love
Revisiting tonight this blog of my late sister (in a late hour of the night, too), I find that my first post here, from August 16th, 2016, precedes directly my last one, published just a while ago. Both of them speak about the same —or almost—… Eight months and ten days ago, three days after… Continue reading Should I Fear a Dreadful Angel? – [A forcible republication of my first post here]
A personal view about an Angel by Francesco Jerace One of my favourite sculptures representing overtly masculine angels is a marble group by Francesco Jerace, located in the Cappella Greco at Cosenza, Calabria, Italy. It is known as Fanciullo Morto e Angello (Dead Boy and Angel) and was made in 1900. The grace of the Angel… Continue reading Angelic Eroticism