Ari’s Fashion (XI) – A Summer Night’s Fancy

A caprice of mine in pink & mint, with fireworks, never seen shoes, lovely skirt and jacket… and one Hindu prince at my side, smiling and holding my hand 🙂   (May I add that that Prince couldn’t ever be (unfortunately!) Prince Dakkar -Captain Nemo, for those who do not recognize the name-…? I wish… Continue reading Ari’s Fashion (XI) – A Summer Night’s Fancy

Still life and still death

Illustrating old dead roots into the sand – young still flesh; branches and leaves – oddly lightened [Dedicated to the bewitching memory of my sister, who was fond of T. S. Eliot -and entirely inspired by her physical absence nowadays] – What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish?… Continue reading Still life and still death

A peep into the objective, years ago

This may seem -it seems, indeed- a silly photograph with a clumsy framing, but I like it; most especially because it figures someone dear coming into view, and gladly so, when she is entirely out of the field now. I see Ari often when I dream. Wishful dreaming, possibly… but I believe -I somehow know… Continue reading A peep into the objective, years ago

A Pictorial Tribute – Delvaux’s “Ari”, and a sort of family portrait

– – The first time I watched “Rosine” -an oil by the surrealist Belgian painter Paul Delvaux, from 1968- I said to myself “this tall, slim girl with the red hat and the fan looks very much like Ariel”. As a matter of fact, quite a few women in Delvaux’s paintings of the two last… Continue reading A Pictorial Tribute – Delvaux’s “Ari”, and a sort of family portrait

Beautiful legs and feet – like a heart

It is common to figure a symbolic heart with the fingers of both hands, but not as common to do it with the legs -and not as easy either, if they are very long and straight, like Ari’s. But here is a double try… (Notice that the feet are supposed to figure a smaller heart… Continue reading Beautiful legs and feet – like a heart

Should I fear a dreadful Angel?

[This is the first -and older- among several drafts left here by my sister Ariel weeks or months ago. I don’t know exactly when. Like the others it is not finished (or so I guess), but the portion of the poem and its translation into English are complete according to the note below (“Duineser Elegien”;… Continue reading Should I fear a dreadful Angel?