Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Taking a walk

Last week we took a walk in a park called the Breulie. This is in the province of Gelderland. It is not very big, but it had water, it had a dyke and it had birds. It was freezing cold, really freezing cold, but we still enjoyed it very much, because it was so beautiful there. The bare branches of the trees against the greyish sky and the combination of the water and the trees made this a perfect place.
Here are a few pictures to give you an idea. All these photographs were made by me.
The church stands a little bit higher than the rest, so it is clearly visable.

As you can see, the water is still sort of frozen.

The path along the dyke, this gave us some coverage from the freezing wind.
The chimney of the old stone-factory is visible.

Some ducks in the water

Sunday, 24 February 2013

Percey Bysshe Shelley

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Flowers in Rome, photograph made by me, Rome 2012
Percey Bysshe Shelley (English poet 1792-1822)

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Vanessa Bell

Vanessa Bell was a famous English painter and the sister of Virginia Woolf. She studied art at the Royal Academy.
When their parents died, Vanessa, Virginia en their brothers Thoby and Adrian rented a house in London, in Bloombury. The artistic and intellectual friends they made would form the Bloomsbury group.
Vanessa married Clive Bell, and together they had two sons. Their eldest son Julian died in 1937 in the Spanish Civil War, and their youngest son Quentin would later help publish the diaries and letters of his aunt Virginia Woolf.
The marriage between Clive and Vanessa was friendly, although they both took lovers. Vanessa had an affair with writer Roger Fry and then a long lasting relationship with painter Duncan Grant. Together they had a daughter Angelica, although she believed for a very long time that Clive was her father.
Vanessa died in 1961.

I am very interested in Virginia Woolf and recently I read the book 'Vanessa and Virginia' by Susan Sellers. That book made me become a little bit fascinated with Vanessa as well. I also have the book A Very Close Conspiracy: Vanessa Bell and Virginia Woolf by Jane Dunn. I read it a couple of years ago, but I think I will read it again.

Leonard Woolf
Angelica, Vannessa's daughter

Virginia Woolf

Sunday, 17 February 2013

Winston Churchill

All the great things are simple, and may ca be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.

Winston Churchill, (British politician, 1874-1965)

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

Remembering Venice

In these cold days that are still so very dark I like to look at photographs I took when I was on holiday. Then I can remember the beautiful things I saw, the atmosphere of a city, how much I enjoyed it. Here are some photographs I took in Venice, Italy, when I was there in holiday in 2011. All photographs were made by me.

The Canal Grande

The famous Venician Bell-tower

The Canal Grande again

Looking at the other side from the San Marco square

Sunday, 10 February 2013

Charlotte Bronte

Reader, I married him.

Jane Eyre in Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte.

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Jane Eyre (2011)

Jane Eyre was my first aquaintance with Classic English literature when I was fifteen years old. I still remember the day I picked up the book from the bookstore in town, being intrigued by the volume of the book and the picture on the front of a woman in a white dress.
I brought the book home, read it, loved it and reread it several times since. I bought an English version a couple of years later, but I must admit, every time I reread it, I go for the (now slightly battered, almost 23 y.o.) copy I bought when I was fifteen.
More about this book can be found on my bookblog A corner of the library.

I once saw the eighties miniseries with Timothy Dalton as mr. Rochester, and I really liked that. I loved how the scenes I knew so well came to live.

Recently I also saw the movie that was made in 2011, with Mia Wasikowska and Michael Fassbender as Jane and Rochester. I liked the fact that this movie began with the moment Jane runs away from Thornton Hall, and we find out what happened to her in flashbacks.
Here are a few impressions of the film. Well worth viewing in my mind!

Aunt Reed, look at the marvellous details in her dress
Jamie Bell as Rivers. Who would have thought this boy who wanted to be a ballet dancer (Billie Eliott)  could be such a strict minister!

Dame Judi Dench, in a role that seemed a little 'light' for her. 
Rochester and Jane, after she saved him from the fire. 
Jane and Rochester, in the Springtime

Need I say more? 
Michael Fassbender is a very good Rochester in my  mind. I think I even like him better than Timothy Dalton. 
Mia Wasikowska is a good Jane Eyre, although it took me some time to get used to her. 

Final scene were Jane comes to Rochester after the terrible fire that cost him his eyes.  Beautiful and heartbreaking. 

Sunday, 3 February 2013

Paul Klee

I cannot be grasped in the here and now,
For my dwelling place is as much among the dead,
As the yet unborn,
Slightly closer to the heart of creation than usual,
But still not close enough.
Paul Klee in his studio
Credo by Paul Klee on his tombstone in Bern, 1940.

Saturday, 2 February 2013

Paul Klee in my home

My wall
As you probably know, I really like the works by Paul Klee. Somehow from the first moment I saw his paintings, they struck a cord, they appealed to me and I liked them. I have two reproductions of his works in my living room and even after all these years, I still enjoy them as much as the day I bought them.
Between the door to the kitchen and a bookcase, there is a small bit of wall. I have here two postcards of works by Paul Klee in small frames. Last year I saw 'Black square' by Kazimir Malevich in the museum and I liked that so much, I also bought a postcard of that work.

When I went to the Stedelijk Museum in Amsterdam in december last year, as always I visited the museum shop to look at the postcards. There I saw a great card of a photograph of a man with a cat. Or rather, I noticed the cat and then I saw the man. It turned out to be a photograph of Paul Klee, with his cat Fripouille at his studio in 1921.
So this postcard is currently hanging in a frame on my wall, flanked by the postcards of abstract works, one from another artist, and two works by the artist himself. What a great combination.

Despite several attempts I could not get this photograph  clearer than this.
On the right is Paul Klee, on the left (a bit in the middle) is the cat. 

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