Christina's World

I love art. More specifically, I love paintings.
I especially love those painters who mainly use people as their subjects. Because it is so interesting to imagine the untold stories that hide within the colours and brush strokes.

One of my favourite paintings is "Christina's World" by Andrew Wyeth.


The first time I saw this picture I was absolutely intrigued by it. Something about it really struck me; I just wanted to stare at it and wonder.... What did it mean? Why is that Christina's world?
I later found out it was inspired by his neighbour who had polio. (Read more here.)
I almost wish I hadn't found that out. But I don't really regret knowing the truth. Because for me speculation is never as satisfying as fact. But still, there is something about not knowing... and being able to give your own meaning to paintings or poems.

Do you prefer to know the meaning behind things or are you content to see in them what you will?

Full Moon

By Elinor Wylie

My bands of silk and miniver

Momently grew heavier;

The black gauze was beggarly thin;

The ermine muffled mouth and chin;

I could not suck the moonlight in.

Harlequin in lozenges

Of love and hate, I walked in these

Striped and ragged rigmaroles;

Along the pavement my footsoles

Trod warily on living coals.

Shouldering the thoughts I loathed,

In their corrupt disguises clothed,

Morality I could not tear

From my ribs, to leave them bare

Ivory in silver air.

There I walked, and there I raged;

The spiritual savage caged

Within my skeleton, raged afresh

To feel, behind a carnal mesh,

The clean bones crying in the flesh.

 

(A lovely little poem I found at poetryoutloud.org. I had never heard of her before but she is such a wonderful writer! xxx)

Invaded

This, my dears, is why a blog is not supposed to be a part of a relationship. My just now ex was trying to communicate through my blogs. I have changed both of the url's which will hopefully keep him away and all of you here. I am terribly sorry for the inconvenience. I have gotten so accostumed to my urls that it is almost sad to part with them. I hope this doesn't cause any problems for any of you.
Wish you well
xxx

Just some Snow Quotes that I stumbled upon...

... And thought you might enjoy. You are lovely, dears. xxx

Lo. sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere. ~

George W. Bungay

~ Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. ~

John Ruskin

~ In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago. ~

Christina Rossetti

~ Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow upon a raven's back. ~

William Shakespeare

~ Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies; The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air. ~

George Crabbe

~ Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. ~

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

~ Don't complain about the snow on your neighbor's roof when your own doorstep is unclean. ~

Confucius

~ Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know ~

Ralph Waldo Emerson