Where Angels Go

Today, now, is Christmas Eve and I feel the need to recall my sister (not that I do not recall her every day, but today is special) and also make a post for her, on her own blog. So here you are, my dear; some edited pics according to your taste…: and there you go…

Archangels, still… And some imposing Seraphim from Late Romanesque

“Ecce ego mitto angelum meum ante faciem tuam” (Marcus, 1: 2) [“Behold, I send my messenger before thy face”] There are some splendid representations of angels from different orders in the presbyterium area of the Norman Cathedral-Basilica in Cefalù, Sicily (Duomo di Cefalù). They were made in mid-12th century by unknown masters in the technique of…

The Price is Love

… 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…

Angelic Eroticism

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…

Some more Sculptures from The Stratton Institute’s Collection “Dalí Universe”

Being the continuation of a first post on this same blog:  ‘Hommage à Terpsichore’, after Salvador Dalí – Faceless Beauty This collection was conceived in 1977, and the first sculptures were cast in 1984 —five years before the artist’s death—. It is beautiful and often spectacular, but I don’t believe it was wholly designed by…

Beautiful “bad hair” & A deep insight by Arthur Schopenhauer -lover of cats

No need to comment much about the dishevelled hair above and below, the bandana or the associated posts on Polyvore. This is an irrelevant post to almost everybody except the poster himself… but I like it 🙂 About Arthur Schopenhauer —who was a detestable misogynist, but a perfect genius anyway— I just feel like bringing…

Pictures from dreams – ‘Soulshine’ (VII)

It goes without saying that I do not take pictures of my dreams (or anybody’s), nor I am a sleepwalker, maybe capable to handle a camera and shot whatever there is around… Anyway I keep a clear memory of some of my dreamt experiences and visions, and I can draw them and paint them; occasionally,…

A poem, a prayer

Sweet angel of Death, if you must come, better come now. I do not fear at all your glacial kiss, and there’s a voice calling me, in the fair darkness beyond the ford. From past suffering, my soul is mature for dying well. Just everything that I’ve loved lasts in my heart, as scraps from…

Every Day of Remembrance – Speaking with the dead

Once, I lost a person very close to me; so close, that she was part of me: my best friend and my mate and lover. It happened thirteen years ago (but it could have been yesterday; or even today, because I’m still losing her every day of my life), and she is not in any…