9 posts tagged john constable

Over the weekend a television crew and army of volunteers transformed the front of Ms Moir’s Emano St home into a Thai garden paradise. But Tuesday morning she opened the curtains of her home to find that some of the newly installed items were gone.

A woman rewarded for her community spirit with a television show garden makeover was devastated when the new plants and ornaments were stolen just a day later. Nelson woman Trish Moir was nominated for TVNZ’s Mucking In show by local police, for her work as a police station volunteer.

I seem to be back to full intestinal health--praise be. This morning I continue to type notes from different books--The New Larousse Encyclopedia of the Earth (not so new now; I received it as a present in about 1973), Anatomy of Criticism, The White Goddess. Searching, typing--what am I doing? I'm not really sure.

I’ve had July 1st circled in my mental calendar ever since I read (and reviewed {ADD LINK} ) the catalogue for the Turner exhibition at the National Gallery of Art in Washington, DC. Washington is too far for us to travel, but when the show comes to the Metropolitan Museum of Art for Independence Day Weekend, we’ll be sure to go up to New York City sometime that Summer to see it.

From the time he made drawings in chalk on the floor of his father’s bakery in York, England, William Etty demonstrated a talent for art. Born March 10, 1787, Etty eventually specialized in the female nude, a shocking subject for the nineteenth century.

If you know one painting by Henry Fuseli, it’s most likely one of his versions of The Nightmare (above, from 1781). Born February 7, 1741 in Zurich, Switzerland, Fuseli spent his most productive years as an artist in England.

Mill at Dedham

He would paint on the beaches, he would paint on the landing grounds, he would paint in the fields and in the streets, he would paint in the hills; he would never surrender his brush regardless of the historical events conspiring against him.

What was Romanticism? Well, although the name may sound a bit lovey-dovey, as an art (and literary) movement Romanticism really had nothing to do with love or romance. It DID have everything to do with emotion, however—Romanticism came about in the middle of the 18th century as a reaction to classical thoughts and ideas.