Karen Andersen Miller
J’aime beaucoup votre poeme The Poet’s tree
en particulier
“As words are channelled from the heart
And made to share right from the start
Through words or song or verse or prose.
The poet’s prayer God always knows” K. Andersen Miller
L’histoire de la flute etait belle.
Merci
Avec Amour
Marie-Christine
Não tenho conhecimentos em artes, quase uma ignorante:
Mas sabe que impressão tive a passar a pagina ligeiramente?
de uma mão com dedos brancos e longos a encravar à areia
Linda imagem… me fez instantaneamente lembrar de certas situações da vida que eu pareço a mulher da foto, me intortando, me contorcendo pra ver oque esta por traz do escuro… o instinto traz do escuro a luz…
vvvvery sensual she is vvvvery special i love her,
i go to a studio once a week and i do clay sculptures—
i am going to try to do one similar to that one
just beutiful!!!!!
orly
Mon dieu! Of all the pieces of art you could post, this is probably my favorite sculpture. When I saw it I thought how beautiful, how pure and organic. I love that the woman is evolving from rock and we can still see the rock she is coming from. She goes from strength to strength. If I could time travel I’d sit for Rodin. I love Rodin’s work especially this piece. I grew up in New York and I always loved going to the Met., how blessed I was to see such great art. There is so much art that lives in my heart. I am rich with it.
Señor Coelho, I love that you post some art each day. I so look forward to it. It’s such a lift-up.
The particles of sand unite slowly and form the female body, maybe the goddes of earth :-) As if the movement of particles start and form her from hairs.
that is so amazin
i was actually in the Rodin museum in paris last summer
his sculptures are just unbelieveble
i really like this one
another one is “doors of hell” is an interesting one
and of course ” the thinker”
Candie… Actually… :D there is a yoga posture similar to that form. :D
I have been to the Rodin museum, out of all the sculptures, the one that caught me is ‘Je Suis Belle’ I can’t explain what it does to me, but I can just feel the energy coming off of the sculpture, it’s so intense for me.
It’s a man standing with widespread strong legs, and lifting a woman who is scrunched and compressed into a little ball.
there is vulnerability in the line of her neck and back, the translucence of her skin the light on porcelain, lying on the rock sculpture her beauty and youth, ribs, hips, spine – bones exposed beneath smooth skin. the trick of light and longing… the sculpture is not real but yet she calls us, pulls us toward her to experience her beauty and we want to touch her and become one with the feeling she evokes just in the presence of her being there…rodin new how to bring out the sensual in a woman did he have her there and then tried to capture that essence when he left her or she left him.
The first time I went to New York I saw no museums: I just spent 10 days walking around the city, for hours and hours and hours, until I almost fell asleep while standing, like horses do.
I could “feel” the city, and nothing else could compare.
The second time the weather was terribly cold and windy and rainy – so I got into two museums during my time there: the Guggeheim and the Metropolitan.
As for the Metropolitan, I wanted to make the experience worthy, and knew that if I tried to rush all over the museum in just one day I would not enjoy a single masterpiece.
So I decided to see just 2 areas: European figurative art 1800-1900 and Egyptian Art.
When I got up to the European area, the first hall was all about Mr. Rodin and his amazing sculptures.
I was wandering like in a dream.
His works were powerful and gentle at the same time: so realistic and yet so full of grace.
I cried like a baby.
I could not see much in the museum on that day. I arrived at the Monet’s area, and – after Rodin – it was too much.
I was about to faint, could no longer breath and had to sit down and close my eyes.
I was overwhelmed.
I was especially touched by “Iris, The Messenger of the Gods”: the female essence was so intense and powerful and sensual that could not take my eyes off.
Extraordinary beautiful sculpture.Thought Michelangelo was the one whom I can admire ,but I see some other artist can move me as well.Great work of art.
Yes, an incredible sculpture, and it certainly fits with what seems to be the theme of the day: love – Eros (both the good and the evil).
The Denaids were the fifty daughters of King Denaus, who had a brother named Aegyptos. Aegyptos had, likewise fifty sons. The thing was that Denaus and Aegyptos did not exactly get along – there was much strife between them. So, when Aegyptos demanded that King Denaus give his fifty daughters in marriage to Aegyptos’ fifty sons, Denaus came up with a plan for revenge. He ordered the daughters, on the wedding night, to murder their newly wed husbands, which they did. However, as punishment for this, they were sentenced to live out eternity in the Underworld, attempting, over and over again, to try up fill leaky jugs with water. This sculpture by Rodin depicts one of the Denaids in her futile attempt to carry out this impossible task. She seems to have given up in frustration, though we know that, however impossible the task may be, she is fated to continue to attempt to achieve it for the rest of eternity – filling over and over and over again, this leaky jug, trying to get it to hold water.
Sometimes I feel a little like one of the Denaids. In fact, a lot like one of the Denaids. I think I must have committed some horrible crime early on in life – perhaps the crime of killing a love – and am now fated to enter into these relationships that, one after the other, prove to be nothing other than leaky jugs.
Rodin to Rose Beuret -
“I think of how much you must have loved me to put up with my “caprices”…I remain, in all tenderness your Rodin”
A bit of a little devil our Auguste……
Quel coquin ce Rodin!
I believe that when we look for love courageously, it reveals itself, and we attract even more love. If one person really wants us, everyone does. But if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange…
Karen Andersen Miller
J’aime beaucoup votre poeme The Poet’s tree
en particulier
“As words are channelled from the heart
And made to share right from the start
Through words or song or verse or prose.
The poet’s prayer God always knows” K. Andersen Miller
L’histoire de la flute etait belle.
Merci
Avec Amour
Marie-Christine
Não tenho conhecimentos em artes, quase uma ignorante:
Mas sabe que impressão tive a passar a pagina ligeiramente?
de uma mão com dedos brancos e longos a encravar à areia
Linda imagem… me fez instantaneamente lembrar de certas situações da vida que eu pareço a mulher da foto, me intortando, me contorcendo pra ver oque esta por traz do escuro… o instinto traz do escuro a luz…
MARG,
Cassia
vvvvery sensual she is vvvvery special i love her,
i go to a studio once a week and i do clay sculptures—
i am going to try to do one similar to that one
just beutiful!!!!!
orly
Mon dieu! Of all the pieces of art you could post, this is probably my favorite sculpture. When I saw it I thought how beautiful, how pure and organic. I love that the woman is evolving from rock and we can still see the rock she is coming from. She goes from strength to strength. If I could time travel I’d sit for Rodin. I love Rodin’s work especially this piece. I grew up in New York and I always loved going to the Met., how blessed I was to see such great art. There is so much art that lives in my heart. I am rich with it.
Señor Coelho, I love that you post some art each day. I so look forward to it. It’s such a lift-up.
Really alive.
The particles of sand unite slowly and form the female body, maybe the goddes of earth :-) As if the movement of particles start and form her from hairs.
Perfect!
that is so amazin
i was actually in the Rodin museum in paris last summer
his sculptures are just unbelieveble
i really like this one
another one is “doors of hell” is an interesting one
and of course ” the thinker”
Moving sculpture!
What does she feel? Has she surrendered or does she still think of fighting?
“Remembrance of Things Past”.Marcel Proust
I feel the child in Rodin’s hand…his nakedness, simplicity, purity
speaks in silence from the heart.
Love
Hildegarde
xxx
Surrender and Submission, is what comes to mind.
Candie… Actually… :D there is a yoga posture similar to that form. :D
I have been to the Rodin museum, out of all the sculptures, the one that caught me is ‘Je Suis Belle’ I can’t explain what it does to me, but I can just feel the energy coming off of the sculpture, it’s so intense for me.
It’s a man standing with widespread strong legs, and lifting a woman who is scrunched and compressed into a little ball.
I just Love that sculpture.
http://www.terminartors.com/rodin-auguste/i-am-beautiful-je-suis-1015594-p
bringing alive myths, dreams and love in stone…
a different league altogether
-
Iceland’s first sculptist also offers insightful works.
Einar Jonsson
there is vulnerability in the line of her neck and back, the translucence of her skin the light on porcelain, lying on the rock sculpture her beauty and youth, ribs, hips, spine – bones exposed beneath smooth skin. the trick of light and longing… the sculpture is not real but yet she calls us, pulls us toward her to experience her beauty and we want to touch her and become one with the feeling she evokes just in the presence of her being there…rodin new how to bring out the sensual in a woman did he have her there and then tried to capture that essence when he left her or she left him.
Ivory in rare form.
The first time I went to New York I saw no museums: I just spent 10 days walking around the city, for hours and hours and hours, until I almost fell asleep while standing, like horses do.
I could “feel” the city, and nothing else could compare.
The second time the weather was terribly cold and windy and rainy – so I got into two museums during my time there: the Guggeheim and the Metropolitan.
As for the Metropolitan, I wanted to make the experience worthy, and knew that if I tried to rush all over the museum in just one day I would not enjoy a single masterpiece.
So I decided to see just 2 areas: European figurative art 1800-1900 and Egyptian Art.
When I got up to the European area, the first hall was all about Mr. Rodin and his amazing sculptures.
I was wandering like in a dream.
His works were powerful and gentle at the same time: so realistic and yet so full of grace.
I cried like a baby.
I could not see much in the museum on that day. I arrived at the Monet’s area, and – after Rodin – it was too much.
I was about to faint, could no longer breath and had to sit down and close my eyes.
I was overwhelmed.
I was especially touched by “Iris, The Messenger of the Gods”: the female essence was so intense and powerful and sensual that could not take my eyes off.
I love Rodin.
Rossana Curri
Extraordinary beautiful sculpture.Thought Michelangelo was the one whom I can admire ,but I see some other artist can move me as well.Great work of art.
And She is waiting for the magic potion (Love) to become alive again…………
Love and Graditude
Annie
A wonderful sculpture. You can feel her …. even breathing!
The Thinker, The Kiss.
Art that makes our lives beautiful.
LOVE,
Thelma
yeah,very nice sculpture :)
p.s:I don’t think that one is doing yoga Carolena :D
Yes, an incredible sculpture, and it certainly fits with what seems to be the theme of the day: love – Eros (both the good and the evil).
The Denaids were the fifty daughters of King Denaus, who had a brother named Aegyptos. Aegyptos had, likewise fifty sons. The thing was that Denaus and Aegyptos did not exactly get along – there was much strife between them. So, when Aegyptos demanded that King Denaus give his fifty daughters in marriage to Aegyptos’ fifty sons, Denaus came up with a plan for revenge. He ordered the daughters, on the wedding night, to murder their newly wed husbands, which they did. However, as punishment for this, they were sentenced to live out eternity in the Underworld, attempting, over and over again, to try up fill leaky jugs with water. This sculpture by Rodin depicts one of the Denaids in her futile attempt to carry out this impossible task. She seems to have given up in frustration, though we know that, however impossible the task may be, she is fated to continue to attempt to achieve it for the rest of eternity – filling over and over and over again, this leaky jug, trying to get it to hold water.
Sometimes I feel a little like one of the Denaids. In fact, a lot like one of the Denaids. I think I must have committed some horrible crime early on in life – perhaps the crime of killing a love – and am now fated to enter into these relationships that, one after the other, prove to be nothing other than leaky jugs.
Rodin to Rose Beuret -
“I think of how much you must have loved me to put up with my “caprices”…I remain, in all tenderness your Rodin”
A bit of a little devil our Auguste……
Quel coquin ce Rodin!
Discover more about auguste rodin on the site – in English or French -
http://www.musee-rodin.fr