Lully, lullay, thou little tiny Child,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
Lullay, thou little tiny Child,
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
O sisters too, how may we do,
For to preserve this day
This poor youngling for whom we do sing
Bye, bye, lully, lullay.
Herod, the king, in his raging,
Charged he hath this day
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young to [...]
Archives for posts tagged ‘Art’
Pieter Bruegel
Saturday, 25 December 2010
Don Russell
Tuesday, 24 August 2010
I cannot remember when I last held a pencil. I do not think I even own a pencil anymore, and certainly not a pencil case, or a sharpener, or an eraser. And I most definitely have not been in possession of a sketching pad for at least a decade now. It just begs the question [...]
Alex McLeod
Friday, 20 August 2010
One of the earliest memories I have is of alien environments. Although they were mere dreams, I always remembered every detail vividly. In most of these dreams, I just wandered around aimlessly in wonderment. Scintillating skies, dusky horizons, bizarre entities - they are all images that are emblazoned in my mind. I quite liked the [...]
Nick Cave
Thursday, 19 August 2010
βIt was a very hard year for me because of everything that came out of the Rodney King beating… I started thinking about myself more and more as a black man β as someone who was discarded, devalued, viewed as less than.β
One day, sitting on a bench in Grant Park in Chicago, [Nick Cave] saw [...]
Jane Masters
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
Perhaps due to the softly undulating lines, Masters’ drawings remind me of all the life forms invisible to the naked eye. Observed in isolation, they are alien, minute and delicate. Yet when composed as collective entity, they make up all that we see and recognise around us.
Drawings by Jane Masters.
Chris Langstroth
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
I wish I could see all that is around me in mere shapes and forms; stripped of all realism and minimal in details.
Paintings by Chris Langstroth.
Joe Average
Wednesday, 4 August 2010
There are few works of art that move me as this particular self-portrait did. Staring myself in the eye is not something I enjoy - it frightens me to see past this carefully constructed mask and into the depths of my soul. That requires a tremendous amount of courage: courage to face the facts - [...]
Darren Waterston
Sunday, 25 July 2010
Despite their reputation for emotional restraint, Victorians indulged in complex and elaborate rituals surrounding death and mourning. No better example is the case of Leland Stanford Jr., the only son of Leland and Jane Stanford, who died at the tender age of 15 from typhoid fever while on a visit to Florence, Italy. The family’s [...]
Bobbie Burgers
Thursday, 22 July 2010
“Being perfect artists and ingenuous poets, the Chinese have piously preserved the love and holy cult of flowers; one of the very rare and most ancient traditions which has survived their decadence. And since flowers had to be distinguished from each other, they have attributed graceful analogies to them, dreamy images, pure and passionate [...]
Jennifer Seymour
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
The big city: the life that pulses through the highways promises limitless possibilities. The bright garish lights, the mechanical bleats on the streets, the dead soulless stares, the invisible waves from every direction, the constant change - yes, they quench the thirst of the ambitious. It simultaneously drains and refuels me. Enough, it is time [...]