作者: Sagar, Keith M
書名: D.H. Lawrence's paintings
索書號: ND497.L37 S24 2003
條碼 : 3125748
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DH Lawrence's work as an artist has long been eclipsed by his fame as a writer but he was a keen painter all his life. In 1929 his work was exhibited at the Warren Gallery in London and attracted much attention before the gallery was raided by police and thirteen of Lawrence's paintings seized. He was finally allowed to reclaim them but only on the undertaking that they would never be exhibited again. For years, Lawrence's work has been all but lost. A fine limited edition of reproductions was published by the Mandrake Press to coincide with the exhibition but immediately became a rare collectors' item. Few people have seen the originals as many are now lost and the only collections are in New Mexico and Texas. "DH Lawrence's Paintings" contains high-quality color reproductions of more of his paintings than any previous publication, including some that have never been published before. It also brings together, for the first time, everything Lawrence wrote about art, including three essays and extracts from many letters and poems. Keith Sagar's comprehensive commentary places the paintings in the context of Lawrence's extraordinary life and work.
A D.H. Lawrence Handbook
By Keith M. SagarThe art of D.H. Lawrence
by Sagar, Keith M
Publication date 1966
Topics Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert), 1885-1930
Publisher Cambridge, C.U.P.
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"Corot" by D.H. Lawrence
The trees rise taller and taller, lifted
On a subtle rush of cool grey flame
That issuing out of the east has sifted
The spirit from each leaf's frame.
On a subtle rush of cool grey flame
That issuing out of the east has sifted
The spirit from each leaf's frame.
For the trailing, leisurely rapture of life
Drifts dimly forward, easily hidden
By bright leaves uttered aloud; and strife
Of shapes by a hard wind ridden.
Drifts dimly forward, easily hidden
By bright leaves uttered aloud; and strife
Of shapes by a hard wind ridden.
The grey, plasm-limpid, pellucid advance
Of the luminous purpose of Life shines out
Where lofty trees athwart-stream chance
To shake flakes of its shadow about.
Of the luminous purpose of Life shines out
Where lofty trees athwart-stream chance
To shake flakes of its shadow about.
The subtle, steady rush of the whole
Grey foam-mist of advancing Time
As it silently sweeps to its somewhere, its goal,
Is seen in the gossamer's rime.
Grey foam-mist of advancing Time
As it silently sweeps to its somewhere, its goal,
Is seen in the gossamer's rime.
Is heard in the windless whisper of leaves,
In the silent labours of men in the field,
In the downward-dropping of flimsy sheaves
Of cloud the rain-skies yield.
In the silent labours of men in the field,
In the downward-dropping of flimsy sheaves
Of cloud the rain-skies yield.
In the tapping haste of a fallen leaf,
In the flapping of red roof smoke, and the small
Footstepping tap of men beneath
Dim trees so huge and tall.
In the flapping of red roof smoke, and the small
Footstepping tap of men beneath
Dim trees so huge and tall.
For what can all sharp-rimmed substance but catch
In a backward ripple, the wave-length, reveal
For a moment the mighty direction, snatch
A spark beneath the wheel!
In a backward ripple, the wave-length, reveal
For a moment the mighty direction, snatch
A spark beneath the wheel!
Since Life sweeps whirling, dim and vast,
Creating the channelled vein of man
And leaf for its passage; a shadow cast
And gone before we can scan.
Creating the channelled vein of man
And leaf for its passage; a shadow cast
And gone before we can scan.
Ah listen, for silence is not lonely!
Imitate the magnificent trees
That speak no word of their rapture, but only
Breathe largely the luminous breeze.
Imitate the magnificent trees
That speak no word of their rapture, but only
Breathe largely the luminous breeze.
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French artist Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot traveled extensively in Italy during his life, including a one-month stay in the small town of Volterra. Painted as a memory of the Italian countryside he visited, this work of art shows a lone hunter riding towards a wooded hilltop. Prominently placed in the foreground is the trunk of a tree, sawn off at the bottom and splintered at the top. The light of late afternoon warms the scene, casting long shadows across the path.
Imagine you are sitting on one of the boulders along the road. Describe the feel of the sun and the smells around you.
Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, "A View near Volterra," 1838, oil on canvas, National Gallery of Art, Washington, Chester Dale Collection
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