SONNETS ARE FULL OF LOVE by Christina Rosetti

Tuesday 05.08.18

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.

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Painting :  Whistler's Mother by James McNeill Whistler


Monday 04.09.18

Art.  The bind that links generations and more rarely, centuries together.  It's a moment stood still.  Captured beauty of that place and time, locked into forever.  And as people in creative industries know, we often look to the past for inspiration to create, or even recreate, that moment again.  It could be a certain detail of the piece or sometimes it's the color or even, just the feel.  A way to reinterpret that very moment.  It's when art imitates life and life imitates art.  Our Vienna, a reincarnation of an Art Nouveau favorite...Gustav Klimt.         



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