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  • ~ Gauguin ~ His work was influential to the french avant-garde true, as a provider for his family, he was admittedly, a heel & a card. He stood out, was different from his "Impressionistic" friends, he carefully searched for, found & used, all the right color blends. Loved, nor appreciated was he not, while alive, for most artist's never are. He worked hard as a painter, printer, ceramist, writer & sculptor. In the south pacific islands he searched for innocence from all the european chaos he was trying to make sense. I believe, that he got the "primativism" from his peruvian mom, thus probably why he sailed for the tahitian kingdom. He once ran away to Panama & Martinique, always looking for answers to the questions he would seek. Disappointed when he arrived in Tahiti he would find that europeans were ruining it at least that was what he thought in his mind. He painted "Ave Maria" (Ia orana Maria) under a bower and also "By the Sea" (Fatata te Miti) & "Woman with a Flower" His masterpiece work, when his creativity was really flowing was, "Where do we come from?", "What are we?" & "Where are we going?" Disgusted with the european influence making Tahiti artificial he went to the Marquesas in his continual search for non-superficial. He was ill & from an overdose of morphine he died, but his work lives on forever & his genius can not be denied ~ bjf (c) ~ post script: He is my favorite artist of all time, but I only like his art, separate from his personal life.

    ~ Van Goes ~Rod just got out of the ocean after free diving and I remembered the lovely time we had at the Getty museum, so I mentioned to him "Do you remember the 'Iris' painting, it's world famous, one of Van Gogh's?" "Nah, he said, that 'van goes' nowhere, it has flat tires", referring to the hippie van parked next to the beach.
    What I learned is, don't start a conversation with a person that has water in their ears, ah, well, but now I know! bonnie j. flach ~ copyrighted - all rights reserved

    ~ Iris we could have stayed longer ~ (painting by Vincent Van Gogh) ~ Lost in Los Angeles (L.A.) after two hours of getting nowhere and stopping several times to get better directions we finally made it to our ultimate destination, the Getty Museum, Van Gogh exhibit to see My friend Susan, brother Glenn, sweetheart Rod & me. It was well organized I have to admit and we could not get enough of it. The painting that was the prize was "Les Iris 1889 - V. van Gogh" before our very eyes. We stood there transfixed for at least half an hour and there were other's that did the same, but we were all asked to move along, so more could see, but it was still a shame. There were no drawings for that painting it was done free hand, while he was at the asylum just before his death "Starry Night over the Rhone" & this one were added to his many masterpieces after he took his final breath ~ bjf (c) ~ Per Wikipedia reference source: It was sold (1987) for U.S. $53.9 million to a Mr. Alan Bond, who it turns out did not have enough money to pay for it, thus was re-sold in 1990 to the J. Paul Getty Museum in Los Angeles (price is not quoted) and as of 2010 it is tenth on the inflation-adjusted list of most expensive paintings ever sold.

    ~ Pierced (Dora Maar) ~ You captured light in your camera, but could not hold it within your heart. Woman overcome by great sadness as if pierced by a thrown dart. Argentinean raised by european parents. Sad lady of those never ending tears unable to bear a child and living a life gripped in fear. You had only one lover ~ Pablo Picasso ~ your lover for life, when your affair was over, it cut you deeper than the sharpest knife. You turned to God where you knew there would never be a schism and you found solace within catholicism. You captured light in your camera, but could not hold it within your heart. Woman overcome by great sadness as if pierced
    by a thrown dart ~bonnie jean flach & Patty Klafhen~ copyrighted - all rights reserved

    ~ O'Keefe ~ She loved the "faraway" her Pedernal mountains that she painted, over and over again. She adored the southwest though that was not where she was born. Still, that was where she had to go and so she made her home in New Mexico. She played host on her ranch called "Ghost" then at Abiquiu & her red hills. She embraced peace, solitude and a beautiful view, a life simple and free. I don't know about you, but that sure sounds good to me. ~ bjf (c)

    ~ Poe's Lament ~ Cough, this bloody cough brings me down my days are hell, my nights as well. Sleep, what is sleep, all that I have is pain to keep. Why I write not
    about sweet church bells or floral bluebells, ah, yes, well, I would were my world not so stark for sadly this life of mine dwells in the dark. I wander from street to street, for all that I have is pain to keep 'till I'm finally set free, when my last breath is choked from me. Cough, this bloody cough brings me down, my days are hell
    my nights as well. Sleep, what is sleep, all that I have is pain to keep ~ bjf (c) ~ His mother passed away from tuberculosis (consumption) when he was two, his wife same disease @ 28 and he himself, again same disease, at age 40.
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