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This NPR Story gives insight into Edouard Manet’s art as his life was winding toward his death at 51. Even though he was in terrible pain, he still managed to rise above it to create gorgeous paintings of flowers, fruit, and people. Perhaps not as perfect as in his younger days, his final works were glorious still. Sometimes delicate, often bold, and occasionally scandalous, these paintings remain an important part of his legacy. The article includes images of several of them. They serve not only as reminders of his great talent, but also his strength, perseverance, and devotion to his art.

This may be a common sight to those who have frequent ice storms, but I’d never seen anything like it before and was enchanted. As I walked from the car toward the post office, I was preoccupied with the hope I could get packages mailed in time for Christmas. Then I glanced down and saw what looked like wet footprints on the sidewalk. It took a couple of seconds for my brain to register the fact that the footprints were actually leaf prints.

I have no clue how these images were formed. Just that it has something to do with fallen leaves and the ice storm/wintry mix that hit overnight this past weekend. 

They remind me of fossils left behind in rocks by time. Some, like the one above, look posed. A sort of flat, delicately detailed still life set in place by nature. It almost looks like a semi-abstract watercolor.

Others are more bold. 

Statement pieces. Single subject studies.

This one’s images are placed like a delicate pattern for fabric. Like a batik, laid out and fashioned by artistic icy fingers.

Does anyone know how a combination of freezing rain and fallen leaves can etch such amazing and beautiful images on a sidewalk? I’d love to know. It was quite a treat to discover such an example of nature’s art in the aftermath of a winter storm.

This gorgeous video is titled Memories of Paintings. It was created by Thomas Blanchard. I have to say after watching it that he is a very talented and visionary artist. Perhaps unique. I don’t know, because I’ve never seen anything like it before and have no idea how unusual it may be. What I do know is that it is the most innovative, beautiful, and graceful use of paint imaginable. The swoop and swirl, blending, remixing, and changing of colors all set to lovely music make up a visual experience I know I won’t be satisfied to see just once. Amazing art.

This fascinating piece about Salvador Dali’s rare illustrations for Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland grabbed my attention in a fast moving blip, passing through my Twitter stream. Something about the combination of colors and oddly placed lines drew my eyes closer and closer, until I saw enough to make me want to read the article.

I actually first read Alice and Through the Looking Glass as an adult, though I was almost as familiar with many scenes and characters as if I had read them long before, from quotes peppered throughout some books by a favorite old school novelist who was often lumped into the massive genre called romance. Her name was Emilie Loring, and she wrote novels spanning a large swath of the 20th Century. Though they all embodied sweeping romance, I would term them dramas, for their cinematic qualities that made reading them akin to watching the fine old black and white movie masterpieces from the Golden Age of Hollywood. She was fond of scattering quotes from classic literature throughout her prose, which I suspect were the root of my becoming a Dickens fan and wanting to read Carroll as a grownup. I went down the rabbit hole and through Alice’s looking glass looking for the source of the quotes, which enhanced my enjoyment of the books even more.

Dali is not really my cup of Mad Hatter poured tea. My only real knowledge of his work has been his Melting Clocks, which is a bit like wondering if the Mad Hatter was pouring time pieces, as well as tea, on some occasions. I’ve been of the vague opinion that Dali’s paintings are so far into surrealism that my brain can’t quite catch up.

That still holds for these illustrations, though their softer smudgy colors and Alice subject matter render them just over the edge into the realm of charming. Somewhat. I find them confounding, as well as intriguing, as I try to match them to the familiar stories they depict. Dali and Dodgson seem an odd combination at first, but, on further thought, they just may be a match made in the places where  surrealism and Wonderland meet.

If you’re interested in art, the Guggenheim has made a staggering number of digitized  images available. I’ve book marked this article, for info on that and a number of links at the bottom of the article to look at over time. Though my internet access has improved greatly, I’m afraid it will still only handle this much image overload in bits. Seems like a great thing just to know is there, though

Some articles stand out from the Internet usuals. I find a gem like Christina in red
A girl at the beach, one year before WWI such a thrill to devour, my gaze eagerly leaping from one stunning image to the next.

I didn’t even realize color photography like this existed so long ago, but it did and the photographer made the most of it.  Bright red is such a dramatic hue. It stands out beautifully against the wash of neutral tones and watercolor subtlety of the young girl’s seaside backdrop.

Unlike in modern images arranged to evoke the past, there’s something about authentic historical images that’s strikingly…other. The drape of clothing and hair, the silhouette of body and features…unmistakably Edwardian. The time of the Titanic, Downton Abbey’s timeframe, and the cusp of the Great War all live as background music to everyday lives. A walk on a beach, posing by a pool, a father lovingly capturing beautiful images of a daughter hovering between girlishness and womanhood. And inadvertently he captures a world hovering between innocence and horrific, world changing war.

I keep going back to look at the pictures and imagine the feel of the shale beneath her feet, the sea spray against her skin, the pale warm sunlight of a day stopped in time to be marveled over for generations to come. All thanks to the Internet that had not yet been invented.

This People Magazine article about Anthony Hopkins’ painter side gives a fascinating look into the prolific actor’s work as an artist. He offers insights and anecdotes about how he came to be interested in painting and some of his inspirations.

As much as I’d love to own one of his paintings, the price is well out of my league. I’ve Googled his art, though. There’s much to see and enjoy that way. I love his use of vibrant color. His work is more sophisticated than another artist I admire, Ken Done, but they share a gift for using shape and pigment to evoke powerful imagery. While I think the more abstract of Hopkins’ pieces are intriguing, it’s the few landscapes I’ve seen that really attract me. Serene, yet supplying a sense of movement to the imagination, they invite the mind to visit the scene depicted.

I hope to view Anthony Hopkins’ work in a gallery someday. I’m certain it would provide a feast for the eyes and a thrill for any fan of this gifted actor, painter, and musician.

These images are incredible. The title of the article says it all. I’m not going to try to comment or even rave about them, since it would spoil the cool factor. Enjoy.

From the moment I first saw a Ken Done image, I was in love with this wonderful artist’s talent and vision. Vibrant color, bold lines, fun subjects…Done’s work has come to represent all of Australia for me and countless others.

His iconic images are burned into the world population’s retinas, as they have been used in promotions for Australia, prints, posters, apparrel, and much more.  I own several Ken Done shirts, including a gorgeous Koala Blue sweatshirt that makes me happy just to look at it. It reminds me of how much I love Australia…and because it’s just unbelievably cool looking. I love the way he’s made his work so accessible to art loving fans of his unique style. There’s something charmingly special about being able to wear images created by your favorite artist that make you smile as you walk down the street, even if you’re not having a particularly great day.

And it doesn’t hurt that he uses purple a lot. There’s always the potential of stumbling across an image of a purple koala or two….

Click here and then on Thumbs for a look at his current exhibition.

I love books. New, old, borderline decayed. I’ve handled antique books in amazing places on three continents, including an antique bookstore in Nashville tucked into a nondescript strip mall and a sprawling display scattered throughout a castle ruin in Hay-on-Wye Wales. So how, literally on earth, is it that I’ve never even heard of, much less seen, the kinds of edge of page illustrations shown in these images ?

When I first started reading this article , I thought it meant painted on the actual flat collective edges. Then I finally got it and was stunned. Talk about hidden treasure!

Not only is the very concept too cool, but these delicately contrived pictures are actually gorgeous paintings. What an awesome idea. It’s like an extra gift to booklovers, and a special bonus to artlovers as well. I know I’ll be caught awkwardly holding books from now on, trying to see if a work of art not made from words lurks at the edge of every page.