To be honest, when you look me deep down in the heart I don’t bare it either when somebody will mess around with my creations. But perfection was something I never tried to achieve in the private quarters of my house. There was the constant blaze of a little comet. Full of light it was and trailing in it’s long tail lots of grit and jumbles: my daughter. The shop was the theater, where I built ever changing décors and played my game with treasures from forgotten pasts.
“You have to wait outside
for a minute, till I have put on the lights”, fixated the lord of the castle
me steady on my place in the court. A couple of minutes later he gently
dashed me forwards through the gate. For a splash second it dazzled before
my eyes.
At once I felt embraced by
the intimacy of a gorgeous scarlet red, welcoming me from the ceilings
and walls of the hall. But most eye-catching was an18th century oak table of impressive length completely covered with Poinsettia’s flaming in the
same color red as the walls… and then to think, this was just the entrance!
In my series of the planets
I myself also made a colored pencil drawing of a sort of spring goddess.
Only at first side the image looks a bit fairytale like, but the title
gives away quite something else. It’s called :The neurotic phantom.
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Only just recently I was surprised once more when I discovered the work of Johanna Pieterman on the web. Somehow I feel she should be named here as well. Some will have to do with the fact the both of us celebrate our birthdays on 22nd of April. Mostly because her work is wonderful. Well, it’s about time I will stop rambling now. So you can enjoy the next pages with the work Leonor Fini. I assure you there is a lot you can indulge yourself on. |
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...and if you might be thinking
by now; ‘Now a lot more about the writer, but nothing about Leonor Fini'. Then you are
O, so right!
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