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‘Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter evening.’
Virginia Woolf, Night and Day, 1919
Hermann Max Pechstein, Seewinkel, Garder See, Pommern, 1929
‘Color is my daylong obsession, joy and torment.’ - Claude Monet
Les Peupliers au bord de l’Epte, 1891
‘I wish to go beyond the fire that burns me.’
Petrarch, Il Canzoniere (Song Book), sonnet ( 1330-1374)
Léon Spilliaert, 1927
‘How strange it is to be standing leaning against the current of time.’
W.G. Sebald, Schwindel (Vertigo), 1990
Léon Spilliaert, Vertigo, 1908
‘The sun will not rise or set without my notice and thanks.’
Winslow Homer, letter to his brother Charles, February 23 1895
Palm Tree, Nassau, 1898
‘I paint what I see not what others like to see.’
Édouard Manet, White Lilacs in a Vase, c. 1882
‘He speaks truly who speaks the shade.’ - Paul Celan
Speak, You Also | Léon Spilliaert, De duizeling, 1908
‘... Nobody knows you. No. But I sing of you. For posterity I sing of your profile and grace (...) Of you appetite for death and the taste of its mouth.’ Of the sadness of your valiant gaiety.’
Federico García Lorca, Llano por Ignacio Sanchez Mejias, 1935
‘I paint not the things I see but the feelings they arouse in me.’ -
Franz Kline
‘For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny (...) but to fulfil it in its true potential - the imagination.’ - Lawrence Durrell, Justine 1957
J.W. Waterhouse | Destiny 1900