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
– I have recently discovered these nice drawings that Ariel collected in her PC — She used to save hundreds of fashion items, outfits and designs, and also made her own —very good ones—; but these sketches by Inslee Fariss are especial. I do like many of them, and I understand why my sister loved them… Continue reading Fashion Sketches by Inslee Fariss – Pretty girls, prettier puppies and much joy all around
– – Ari had this old pic saved in a box with many more. This one had these words written at the back (translated from Catalan!): “Li -9 (protected by mom), I -6 protecting dad from behind, clung to his back. Look at Li’s half shut left eye after a night sleeping with it over… Continue reading Vil·la Torrada (Bages, Catalunya), thirty-three years ago… – Back to Li and Mom
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]