, 29 2010 . 13:09
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, 20 2010 . 18:26
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Annibale Carracci
1602
1507-1602
Palazzo Farnese, Rome
the Triumph of Bacchus and Ariadne depicts a both riotous and classically restrained procession which ferries Bacchus and Ariadne to their lovers' bed. Here, the underlying myth is that Bacchus, the god of wine, had gained the love of the abandoned princess, Ariadne. The procession recalls the triumphs of the Republican and Imperial Roman era, in which the parades of victorious leaders had the laurel-crowned imperator in a white chariot with two white horses. In Carraccis procession, the two lovers are seated in chariots drawn by tigers [2] and goats, and accompanied by a parade of nymphs, bacchanti, and trumpeting satyrs. At the fore, Bacchus' tutor, the paunchy, ugly, and leering drunk Silenus, rides an ass. The figures carefully cavort in order to hide most naked male genitals.[3]From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
, 18 2010 . 12:57
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Scott Gustafsons art is filled with characters, myths and fables many of us met in our childhoods. Pegasus and the Muses is an enchanting interpretation of a Greek legend. Athena, the Godess of Wisdom, was the first to discover the winged stallion Pegasus, who was the son of Medusa and Poseidon. Athena tamed the horse, and gave him to the Muses of Mt. Helicon as a gift.
In his excitement at meeting the Muses, Pegasus struck the side of the mountain with his hooves, which caused water to well up and form a spring that would become known as the Hippocrene. Springs were sacred sources of inspiration for those who sought help from the Muses. If they were truly fortunate, perhaps they would also be allowed to soar through the clouds on the Muses beloved pet, Pegasus.
As the flying horse of the Muses, Pegasus is a symbol of high-flying poetic imagination. Following in Gustafsons tradition of The Maiden and the Unicorn and The Pirate and the Mermaid, the artists Pegasus and the Muses will undoubtedly inspire flights of fancy for collectors young and old.
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, 12 2010 . 21:29
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The Nine Muses in Greek mythology, poetry and writings are the women who inspire the creation of literature and the arts. Bringing kings and poets their source of knowledge through theater, songs, myths and poetic lyrics. The daughters of Zeus (King of the Gods) and Mnemosyne (Goddess of Memory) each muse presided over a particular portion of literature, art or science.
The muses are also the spirit within all of us that sparks the creative process. They are inspiration, embodying that which fills us with prosperity, abundance and joy. That buzzing energy of excitement and motivation that moves you is the muse within. Honour her and the rewards will be abundant!
Muses: Clio, Euterpe and Thalia, 1652-55 by Eustache LE SUEUR
LE SUEUR, Eustache:
French painter (b. 1616/17, Paris, d. 1655, Paris). French painter and draughtsman. He was one of the most important painters of historical, mythological and religious pictures in 17th-century France and one of the founders of French classicism. He was long considered the 'French Raphael' and the equal of Nicolas Poussin and Charles Le Brun. His reputation reached its zenith in the first half of the 19th century, but since then it has been in decline, largely as a result of the simplified and saccharine image of the man and his art created by Romantic writers and painters. Nevertheless, more recent recognition of the complexity of his art has resulted in a new interest in him and in his place in the evolution of French painting in the 17th century. Despite the almost total absence of signed and dated works, the chronology of Le Sueur's oeuvre can be established with the aid of a few surviving contracts
The Muses: Melpomene, Erato and Polymnia by Eustache LE SUEUR
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, 12 2010 . 14:09
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Dante Gabriel Rossetti
A Sea-Spell
Her lute hangs shadowed in the apple-tree,
While flashing fingers weave the sweet-strung spell
Between its chords; and as the wild notes swell,
The sea-bird for those branches leaves the sea.
But to what sound her listening ear stoops she?
What netherworld gulf-whispers doth she hear,
In answering echoes from what planisphere,
Along the wind, along the estuary?
She sinks into her spell: and when full soon
Her lips move and she soars into her song,
What creatures of the midmost main shall throng
In furrowed surf-clouds to the summoning rune:
Till he, the fated mariner, hears her cry,
And up her rock, bare-breasted, comes to die?
