Clair de lune (Moonlight). 1889, oil on canvas.
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Clair de lune (Moonlight). 1889, oil on canvas.
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I noticed “Low Frith” and “High Frith” on the map shown in one of the scenes of The Plague Dogs.
I cried with my full body, with all I got
Just watched The Plague Dogs. It was only the natural progression considering where I started.
earth and moon
Foliage and birds in Watership Down
cold wind,
dry pastel, acquarel paper 300g, A3,
2024,
Marie Leon
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Maurice Tabard, 1930s
I have a copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude, and on that cover is only what I can describe as Latin art influenced by the golden age of art deco. When I saw these pieces by Emilio Amero, I thought of that cover. This artwork was on display at Seattle Art Museum
I recently watched Watership Down. It knocked the wind out of me, sidelined me with its magnificence, artistic liberties. I’d never seen it as a child; no one told me it was such an auditory-visual beauty. Acute detail intermixed with departures from reality.
The kingcups look like kingcups, the silver birches look like silver birches, the stinging nettle like stinging nettle, broad bean blossoms like broad bean blossoms.
The sound! The textures of the sound! The sound of dry dirt beneath thumping feet, rustling grass staticking in the breeze, the hollowness of the echoes in the the chambers of the warrens. The hushness of the sniffs and whiskers.
I started the book over the weekend. 💙 The great lengths the author went to describing birds and plants tell me he was what I believe to be a naturalist. Reminds me of Annie Dillard and even Laura Ingalls Wilder—I’m sure there is a lot more out there like it. But I’m really fixated on this story, Watership Down, in its animation and literary forms.
I am so thankful for this experience.