sweet beguiling fantasies;

Sunday, April 22, 2007

"The Mighty Conjuration
Matisse embodied the essence of nature with only one angular-sized palette clothed in myriads of colours. Beguiled by nature and uplifted with passion, an unperceivable vision clouds his senses, almost as if floating in from an unfathomable realm. Entranced by this vision, Matisse puts his tools to work. We can but only gape in awe- orchestrating nature with his senses and luring their essence to his canvas. It is as if he plays the magus, casting spells on Andromeda and Quesnelia and their fellow Flora and Fauna, teleporting them to his realm. Oh what divine prowess! And much more that towers! He is indeed at the zenith of his artistic ingenuity. Every brush upon every paint and every paint on every brush speaks of his passion in inconceivable volumes. Art is indeed a creation very much that of his doings in nature- 'Blesseth he who maketh thee'. "

You might have thrown yourself into speculation on why I have taken the effort to type this out, or even write it for that matter. Well sheer boredom is not to be given way for an answer when I have piles of ev odevi waiting for itself to pounce on me. It is more like an appreciation and admiration for extreme ingenuity. Sometimes, or actually all the time, inspiration derived from the sensational and intriguing imagination should be given credit to its utmost volumes. Less likely that it should be detrimental to the individual thats why I am quite dubious about the periodical influence in terms of the frequency in paying homage to a Divine Artist. Just as Austen most humbly sought for quiet publicity, this is as much as it is. You can put it in two ways: either I am outrightly but silently publicizing the 'I' factor and the other counterpart in question OR I am simply an affected soul giving credence to a renowned Artist. My quietened self would rather prefer the latter as an answer, and my alter ego having the other as one.

Actually it was someone who came to me and asked me to paraphrase a sentence regarding Matisse- how he used cerulean, raven, chrome, emerald and vermillion colours to paint the lush scenery that surrounds him- somewhat like that. And then from a distant realm, Matisse's paintings came as an outburst into my failing memory. I was coerced to do some research on him quite a few years ago for what I cant rmbr but i do rmbr one thing: that I was very much moved by his expressionist and realist paintings. My cause to which I conjured this short passage of appreciation to Matisse's works is not to brag about his paintings per se but mostly to point out that both art and nature coexists and only artists like Matisse have come to embody and emulate their very essence to his paintings.

I have come to know that a couple of Lourve's Grecian and Hellenistic art galleria are to set foot in S'pore I dont know when but to be leased for display in the National Museum. How amusing. Being a die-hard fanatic for Greco-roman sculptures myself I have not found myself to be rather excited. Why u might ask. To boundless mournings I can take you to with just this query. Recently, an Italian senator chained himself to a column near the gates of the Uffizi museum to protest the loan of Leonardo Da Vinci’s “Annunciation” for a show at Japan’s National Museum in Tokyo. But to no avail, his loud protest fell on deaf ears.

Heavens forbid! These are masterpieces sculpted and painted by the very divine artists that are so very well praised and admired of across the globe. How appalling that it should be purchased for bucks and displayed hundreds of thousand of kilometers away from its homeland. I shall rest my case. For if chaining oneself to a museum is not gonna work what are mere words going to do?

a clandestine affair;
2:30 PM