Buy coke online in Sperlonga

__________________________

📍 Verified store!

📍 Guarantees! Quality! Reviews!

__________________________

▼▼ ▼▼ ▼▼ ▼▼ ▼▼ ▼▼ ▼▼

▲▲ ▲▲ ▲▲ ▲▲ ▲▲ ▲▲ ▲▲

Buy coke online in Sperlonga

This story of our visit to Ischia is a good example of the frustration, joy, exhaustion, exhilaration, disappointment and beauty that is the life of a budget traveler. I guess we are your average expats, living in Italy and trying to get out there and see the beauty without sapping all of our funds in the process. We like a comfortable hotel but usually we scour airbnb or Hotels. Usually that means cars, trains, buses and ferries. I am also a natural born cheap scape, tight wad and penny pincher. But sometimes reality smacks me in the face. Our anniversary was in April but as you can see, I did not post this until now, December. I guess it took me that long to want to share my crazy experience. When I re-read the article recently, I was struck by how hard I can make things for myself and my own crazy determination to do things a certain way. I was also surprised at how much my emotions affect my view of everything. But that is life. For every picture posted on Instagram with a smiling, carefree face in the foreground and a beautiful, dreamy landscape in the background is probably a tale of frustration, exasperation, exhaustion and fatigue, teetering on the edge of an emotional breakdown. I hope you enjoy my story…. We had decided not to go anywhere for our anniversary since, hey, we were already living in Italy, what more could a couple ask for? I had first heard about the island off the coast of Naples before we left home for Italy. A friend of mine said she had the most amazing time in Ischia at a spa called Poseidon, she said it was the highlight of their Italy trip. So I filed away the information and now, for our 15th Anniversary it sounded like the perfect thing to do. So just one day before our anniversary date we reserved a hotel and researched train and ferry schedules. The next morning we woke up at am, grabbed the backpack that we had filled the night before and started walking to the train station. Most of the reviews I had read on TripAdvisor suggested taking the train to Naples and once we were on the island of Ischia we could take the bus to our hotel on the other side of the island. Yes, you heard me right, we traveled with just a backpack. Suddenly we both felt like a target! Here we both were, on a train ride to Naples which is notorious for theft and robbery and we were happily, obliviously, typing away on our iPads and sending messages on our iPhones. Jeff with his bright red sweater and bright blue backpack and me with my blonde head and orange shirt. Suddenly we felt like we had a bullseye on our back. I have to admit to being a little afraid, I really hate that, I prefer my normal feeling of joyful obliviousness. I am happy to report that we got off the train without anyone snatching our bright blue backpack laden with Apple products. Look at that cute Gucci purse! Eyes straight forward! We felt safe once again. Our destination was the Ferry Building at the other end of the long street near the harbor. Along the way were many Napealatonan delights to be had. The first stop was for a cappuccino and sfogliatella, a sfogliarella is a shell shaped pastry stuffed with ricotta cheese sweetened and flavored with orange zest. A little further down the street we realized it was and we were hungry! So we texted a friend and asked were we should get a pizza, after all, Napoli is the birthplace of pizza! So we join the masses, take a number and also snap our picture. So soon we are sitting at our little table. Basically you have two choices: pizza with cheese or pizza without cheese, OK, we will have pizza with cheese. Next question: do you want a beer, a Coke or a water, they all cost the same, OK, we will have a beer. It arrives quickly and we appreciate its soft chewy crust and simple toppings of tomato sauce, fresh mozzerella and basil. Well, during our stay in Italy, we have truly been converted to lovers of Napoli style pizza and feel quite protective over its simplicity, so we savor each droopy bite. I thought they were every 15 minutes but once again I forget to account for the Italian lunch hour, of course there is no ferry between and , even ferry operators need to go home for lunch! So we wait in a little coffee shop until Next we buy our ticket for the ferry, it will take an hour and a half. So we excitedly board the ferry looking forward to a journey across the sea to our little island. An hour and a half later, feeling quite wind blown and sun zapped from being on the top deck , we arrive. During the Ferry ride, we enjoyed watching the various islands come and go, as we approached the coastline of Amalfi, we could spot the island of Capri and even the island of Ponza. We had planned this trip so last minute that I had not really had the time to plan properly. Suddenly we were disembarking the Ferry in Ischia only to realize we had no idea what to do next. We knew we had to take a bus, I had heard that a bus runs around the island, but I guess that sounded like some kind of fun bus that was easy to hop on and hop off but this was a real town with real buses on real functioning bus routes. So where is the bus station? We headed left and asked a friendly local, he pointed us in the right direction, we walked up to the ticket booth and said we needed a bus to Panza, the town our hotel was located in. So we each darted around here and there asking bus drivers and anyone who would listen to us which bus we should get on. We were told three or four times to get on bus 1 or bus CS. So we keep watching for these buses but saw every bus BUT those buses. So among the German tourists, the bus smog and the chaos, Jeff grew weary of this game and said he just wanted to get a taxi. So I know that we must find our correct bus quickly or Jeff will be flagging a taxi. Fortunately I found the correct bus and we pile on. Unfortunately the bus was packed with people and we were sitting in two seats in the full strength of the hot afternoon sun. The bus lurked and screeched to a halt every time some pushed the button for their stop, which was constantly. The chaotic Italian traffic, the smell of gas fumes combined with the long, hot journey began to wear on our frazzled minds and bodies. This was not what we signed up for on our 15th Anniversary! Not soon enough, in fact about 45 minutes later, we screeched to halt NOT in front of our hotel but a good meters away. We scrambled off the bus and walked alongside the busy street to our hotel. Ah, the joys of travel. For every Instagram picture of us smiling into the lens of the camera with an amazing scene behind us is the story of frustration, disappointment, hidden costs and relationship challenges. Soon however, we were in our bathing suits heading down to the hotels pools. We chose this specific hotel Hotel Parco Maria Terme because they had their own natural hotspring bubbling up and flowing into three pools of various temperatures. One was cold like a swimming pool, one was luke warm and the other hot. There were lounge chairs and a bar, so Jeff ordered a beer and I got a Spritz the Italian aperativo cocktail made of Prosecco which is sparkling white wine and a red bitter liquor, either Aperol or Compari. As we sat in the warm waters I looked around at the other patrons of this hotel. They were all quite a bit older than us and had clearly come for the curative effects of the hot springs, one even had a breathing machine. I had read that the patrons to this island were older and came for the healing properties of the water but this was a little ridiculous, I felt like I was vacationing at the convalescent hospital! After soaking away our travel grit with our geriatric friends, we were ready for dinner. Now came our next point of contention. The area we were staying in was for high-end hotels and the only options to eat were at fancy hotels. Well this was just more than I could bear! We headed down the street to find a place to eat, I found one but it turns out they only had snacks. About that time, Jeff comes up with the brilliant idea that we just stop at a little grocery store and buy some meat and cheeses, wine and a salad. I was feeling a little bruised and deflated as one usually does after being insistent on your way but being completely wrong. But Jeff was resilient and confident that we did the right thing. During all of this dinner chaos and emotions there was the most exquisite sunset that lit up the Ischia sky in purple and orange over a majestic sea. Once we were back at the hotel Jeff led us up to some tables that sat under a string of little lights under a black velvet sky. We sat in the shadow of a mountain twinkling with lights of the homes of Ischia residents. We poured wine into our paper cups and laid out our spread of salami, cheese and salad. Two local cats came calling, knowing we had treats for them. The next thing I knew I was completely smitten with the beauty of this scene. It was exquisite! Across from me was a husband who knew how to roll with the punches of this crazy life with me, he knows both how to push my buttons and sooth my fears. When an imminent breakdown was pending he knew how to buy wine and cheese and settle me into a garden with resident cats under a velvet sky speckled with stars. In the background I could hear Frank Sinatra crooning a song from days gone by. When I turned and looked I saw our fellow aged hotel guests dancing in the ballroom of our high end restaurant and smiled. That was their world in there, this was my world out here, having a picnic with my husband under the shadow of a mountain strung with a million twinkle lights. The next morning we awoke, our destination of Poseidon awaits us! So we head to breakfast in the fancy restaurant breakfast was free and included! We have arranged to ride the hotels free shuttle down to the beach area which is also where Poseidon is located. We buy our tickets and enter the park. Each pool has lounge chairs lined up under thatch roof umbrellas. The chairs are yellow and orange canvas and it strikes a beautiful arrangement next to the blue pools and thatch roof umbrellas. I had read that they use local Ischia craftsmen to make the grass umbrellas which added to the charm. The scene was beautiful and beckoned us to settle in. The pool areas range in temperature from icy cold to very hot and are spread out over the beach area and climb up the mountain side. We had brought robes and towels from our hotel since the park does not supply any but are happy to rent them to you. Swimming caps are required so Jeff brought a nice black cap that was very becoming on him and I had a clear shower cap that was less than attractive but the fact that everyone else had to wear one somehow made it better. You only had to wear it when you were in the pool, while you walked around or lounged in your chair it was not necessary. So we selected two nice lounge beds on an upper tier overlooking several pools and close to a very hot and very cold pool combo nestled on the side of the mountain. We took our first plunge into the therapeutic waters and looked around at the beauty that surrounded us. It truly was an adults Disneyland! Every pathway was laid out in natural hewed stone lined with Mock Orange that were in bloom, scenting the air with their sweet fragrance. The flowerbeds and walk ways spilled over with fluorescent iceplant that was in full bloom. Brightly colored red petunias waved in the soft breeze while yellow daisies smiled as I passed by. We climbed to the top to reach the natural cave sauna, the steam is originating from its natural hot spring source, a crevice in the rocks. Lining the interior of the cave was a stone hedge, laid out for us to sit on while steam seeped in from the cracks in the rocks and flooring. We marveled at the cave like ambiance of the grotto. We spent the day this way, relaxing under waterfalls of warm therapeutic waters and floating with abandon in the waters. At noon we made our way to the restaurant and ate outside on the flower filled patio. Jeff ate a salad and I had tortellini with white wine. After lunch we repeated the cycle of lounging, soaking and steaming in the pools and worked on our tans. The hours flew by and soon it was closing time at pm. While Jeff was changing I sat outside the cafe and a man started playing the piano and the most beautiful music spilled out on the piano. What a pleasure to watch the sun lowering in the sky with the sound of live music, the beach stretched out in front of me and palabras that dotted the horizon. We decided to have dinner down at the beach so as not to repeat the dinner fiasco of last night. We selected a beautiful beach restaurant that had some tables with their feet in the sand, ours however was indoors but right at the edge of the beach so we had a perfect view of the sunset. The tables were beautifully set with white tablecloths and fresh flowers. Jeff ordered a pasta with fresh tomatoes and a green salad and I ordered mussels and pasta with a liter of white wine. We dipped our bread in olive oil and sipped our wine to the setting of the sun. After dinner we walked back to the hotel. We knew it was uphill and we had seen locals taking a shortcut straight up on a path rather than taking the road that winds up. So we started our ascent, eager to work off the calories of our dinner. It was a hefty climb straight up and it really tested our leg strength and lung capacity but it was so enjoyable to breath in the night air still warm and scented with orange blossom. We emerged back to our room huffing and puffing but once we looked out our balcony window and saw the hotspring pool basking still under the black velvet sky we knew we had to go take a night dip before we started our journey back home tomorrow. One under our knees and one under our neck. Once situated only a tiny part of us was outside the cocoon of the warm water. My knees, my hands and my head from my nose up. I felt completely weightless, like being suspended in space. The water was warmer than any blanket and the pool softer than any mattress. I opened my eyes to look up at a sky dressed in a navy blue dress with a shroud of sheer white netting in the form of thin low clouds, sparkling with the stars. She was meeting her companion the full moon who was shinning brightly tonight as the two embraced in their celestial courtship. The next day I really wanted to go to Sorgeto, this is a natural hot spring that has not been developed. It was very near our hotel in Panza and near the town of Forio. This time it was my turn to acquiesce to his concerns and give up on the dream. So we returned back to the hotel to enjoy our last few hours soaking and relaxing in the hots pring in our hotel. So for anyone that may be reading this article and thinking about making the trip, here is my recommendation. If you want to see both Poseidon and Sorgeto you need at least three nights stay. I would recommend staying near Panza so you are close to both hotsprings. Our hotel room seemed a little tired and small but we really enjoyed the hot spring pools and location as well as the beautiful grounds. Our hotel offered a shuttle and it was a quick five minute drive. Lastly, give yourself an extra day to explore Sorgeto natural hot spring. I also heard there is a rock cave that serves as a grotto that you can sit in. If you bring your own food, such as mussels, you could even cook your food right on the hotspring! How cool is that? There is also a beautiful beach and who knows what other wanders you will find if you had enough time to explore Ischia. Our time in Ischia came to a close and it was time to make our journey back home. Our departure was much easier than our arrival. Our hotel shuttle took us to Forio port where we bought our tickets back to Naples. The cool comfortable high speed ferry zipped us back in just one hour. Once arriving in Naples we walked back to the train station stopping along the way to eat a burger and fries. We entered the train station and bought our train ticket home, checking the posted schedules to make sure we went to the right platform. We boarded our train and started the 3 hour train ride home. So ended the 15 year anniversary extravaganza, a perfectly incapsulated version of our marriage: travel, adventure, frustration, exhaustion, love, forgiveness, understanding, relaxation, teamwork, imagination, romance and togetherness in this crazy adventure called life. Dinner for Six Published October 1, Italian Cooking School Published October 8, Culinary Tour of Napoli Published November 17, Changing Seasons in Italy Published November 25, Cooking with Pasquale Published January 28, A Trip to Montefiascone Published May 17, August in Sperlonga Published August 30, Villas, Palaces and Fortresses Published November 25, Budapest in December Published December 10, December 19, No Comments. Poseidon, Ischia So just one day before our anniversary date we reserved a hotel and researched train and ferry schedules. The streets of Napoli Our destination was the Ferry Building at the other end of the long street near the harbor. Napolitano Pizza It arrives quickly and we appreciate its soft chewy crust and simple toppings of tomato sauce, fresh mozzerella and basil. On our ferry from Naples to Ischia We had planned this trip so last minute that I had not really had the time to plan properly. There were lounge chairs and a bar, so Jeff ordered a beer and I got a Spritz the Italian aperativo cocktail made of Prosecco which is sparkling white wine and a red bitter liquor, either Aperol or Compari Time for a beer and Spritz As we sat in the warm waters I looked around at the other patrons of this hotel. Our hotel hot spring in Ischia Hotel Parco Maria Terme After soaking away our travel grit with our geriatric friends, we were ready for dinner. Ischia Sunset Once we were back at the hotel Jeff led us up to some tables that sat under a string of little lights under a black velvet sky. Setting of the picnic under the stars in Ischia Across from me was a husband who knew how to roll with the punches of this crazy life with me, he knows both how to push my buttons and sooth my fears. Picnic under the stars The next morning we awoke, our destination of Poseidon awaits us! Poseidon Hot Springs, Ischia Italy The pool areas range in temperature from icy cold to very hot and are spread out over the beach area and climb up the mountain side. Poseidon Hot Springs, Ischia Italy So we selected two nice lounge beds on an upper tier overlooking several pools and close to a very hot and very cold pool combo nestled on the side of the mountain. Spring flowers in Poseidon, Ischia Italy We climbed to the top to reach the natural cave sauna, the steam is originating from its natural hot spring source, a crevice in the rocks. The steamy water source of Poseidon, Ischia At noon we made our way to the restaurant and ate outside on the flower filled patio. Poseidon Ischia We decided to have dinner down at the beach so as not to repeat the dinner fiasco of last night. Dinner in Forio, Ischia After dinner we walked back to the hotel. Dusk in Campania I opened my eyes to look up at a sky dressed in a navy blue dress with a shroud of sheer white netting in the form of thin low clouds, sparkling with the stars. Sunset in Ischia The next day I really wanted to go to Sorgeto, this is a natural hot spring that has not been developed. Hotel Parco Maria Terme, Ischia So for anyone that may be reading this article and thinking about making the trip, here is my recommendation. Ferry to Ischia, Italy Lastly, give yourself an extra day to explore Sorgeto natural hot spring. A Burger and Fries makes everything good We entered the train station and bought our train ticket home, checking the posted schedules to make sure we went to the right platform. Previous Post Next Post. You may also like August 12, September 5, August 18, Close Menu. Loading Comments Email Required Name Required Website.

The Hot Spring Island of Ischia

Buy coke online in Sperlonga

Clearly the expressive directions taken by Michelangelo and later Mannerist and Baroque painters and sculptors were similar in intent and echoed certain stylistic elements of the Hellenistic Greek and later Roman works. Michelangelo would have had access to whatever fragments were in the Medici collections as well as the collections of the Vatican. His poetic achievements are probably enough to have assured his place at least in the history of Italian literature. There are few other artists of such stature who have excelled to such a degree in literature and art… William Blake being the only other obvious example although if we stretch things we might add Dante Rossetti and William Morris… although neither is really a top tier poet or artist. Your other Praxiteles works are certainly copies. They have a certain beauty… but lack the extra sensitivity of the original. It… along with the later Roman copies… certainly suggests how beautiful his various female nudes must have been:. Myrons copies are nothing to sneeze at… Nor are Lyssipos. Yet they lack a certain sensitivity and fall short of the Praxiteles Hermes as well as other known original Greek works… such as the Mausolus:. Are these able to be credited to any single sculptor? All of these achievements would seem to fall outside of the domain of the concept of the individual artist. And are another sound argument for artistic collaboration. If anything, the examples of Warhol, Koons, and Hirst head in the opposite direction… turning the artistic creation into something akin to fashion design… with the name being everything and the name brand artist taking all the credit for the the creative input of others. If anything, I am far more intrigued with the collaborative efforts one finds in film, theater, opera, as well as the medieval artists who created the cathedrals and books, etc…. Modernism is probably the greatest paradigm shift in Western Art since the Renaissance. While one may or may not admire the expressionistic distortions and other stylistic elements wrought by Modernism, at the same time it must be acknowledged that Modernism broke the strangle-hold of illusionism or realism and opened up the art of the West to an infinite array of other possibilities. I want to go off on a bit of a tangent here. I have long noticed that my personal artistic tastes, on the face of it, seem rather incongruous: I like Gothic and early Renaissance work, but then I also like the post-impressionists. What could they possibly have in common, one might wonder. But I began to see some parallels, notably in their styles of drawing, which inevitably also influenced their painting styles. Both post-impressionists on the one hand, and medieval and early Renaissance artists on the other, often had no qualms about using visible outlines, and in both styles there is often a flat, purely decorative effect, and perspective either absent, or done in an intuitive, empirical sort of way rather than in a strict mathematical manner. And of course, in Medieval art, especially illumination art, there is often much decorative abstraction in the margin, so perhaps it is actually not too much of a stretch to see the similarities between this:. Apparently very divergent cultural and religious and political outlooks can result in remarkably similar aesthetics. Now when you say above that modernism was the greatest paradigm shift in art since the Renaissance, it occurs to me that in a sense it was not so much a shift to the future, as a shift back to the past, toward the early and pre-Renaissance. Instead of inventing anything profoundly new, in a sense they revisited the distant past, but of course packaged in all manner of startling new forms. Anyway, perhaps nothing new happens in art; instead, we cycle back and forth through styles. However, you can take that only so far before it reaches total chaos, and what do you do then? Well, one possibility is to go back to far distant roots: to modern ears, medieval and Renaissance music now sounds wonderfully exotic and fresh. And indeed, lots of modern composers seem to be partially inspired by it. So perhaps, by the end of the 19th century, artists had to some extent exhausted the possibilities of ever greater technical mastery in realism, and this sort of thing:. Hence the flattening of forms and unabashed use of visible outlines, as well as the apparent and sometimes real lack of purely technical skill by the post-impressionists. Nowadays I no longer think of art appreciation as being concerned with working out who the greatest artist s was or were or are. When I look at the history of art, instead of seeing a ranking from best to worst, I now see a wondrously diverse mosaic. Some parts of it do not interest me much personally. But those parts are the price we pay for having the whole of the mosaic. Perhaps it is in the midst of horse manure that the best flowers bloom. Hence I am now at peace with the world of art. It seems to me liking one style does not in any way require of me to dislike or even denigrate another. If I can like everything from Palestrina to Prokofiev in music, I can perhaps achieve a similar feat in visual art, and lift my hat to everyone from Bouguereau to Picasso. Anyone know whether this is indeed the case? Some of his etchings seem to me very Greek vase-like! There are definitely elements of a turning back to pre-Renaissance or pre-High-Renaissance might we almost say-Pre-Raphaelite? If we look to music the same applies. The modal elements of medieval music began to seep into Western music… as did elements of folk music think especially Bartok or the African-American contributions of jazz. The old… forgotten… ignored… even rejected becomes a source of innovation and inspiration. Indeed… but you might also wish to check out the late works of Gesualdo… the great Renaissance composer who toyed with dissonance and even atonality. So perhaps, by the end of the 19th century, artists had to some extent exhausted the possibilities of ever greater technical mastery in realism…. But perhaps only for the time being. His own heritage of Spanish-Moorish art… the Spanish Romanesque paintings are even more important… arguable more important than the even noted African influence:. The Cycladic works like the Etruscan was just being unearthed… and it had a definite influence… although perhaps even more on Brancusi:. David, perhaps this ought to be a whole new post. Not all Picassos are equal! On the flipside, at the same time.. I have to admit he is ALSO very influential to me. Color-wise I often think of Matisse. Also in his use of varying patterns to lead the eye around a picture. As well as a lot of his compositional ideas.. Usually, I must admit.. If there is one thing that stands out in both modern art and 20th century classical music, it is the unprecedented diversification that has taken place. In just about all previous centuries, whether you did music or visual art, there was for all intents and purposes only one style available. Or at least, that is what it tends to look like from our perspective. I nevertheless greatly prefer Chinese brush painting, including the very abstract stuff, to ab-ex. Not really sure why, but for some reason ab-ex grates on me like very little else. Indeed, but is also partly my point. When the centuries of increasing atonality culminated in Schoenberg, who both invented and basically exhausted the possibilities of complete atonality, composers had to look elsewhere. Hence music greatly diversified, and at least some composers cycled back to the very beginning of western music. So perhaps, by the end of the 19th century, artists had to some extent exhausted the possibilities of ever greater technical mastery in realism… But perhaps only for the time being. Well, we do have those brave rebels of the ARC… I actually very much like their work, but it is a bit of a pity that they have become so obsessed with technique to the exclusion of everything else that I fear most of them now disappear into a bland sea of absolutely perfectly executed still lifes and figure studies. Nothing wrong with that, mind you. You will not hear me argue against simple beauty, and there is something awesome about great virtuosity for its own sake, which is why people enjoy watching gymnasts, for example. But I do wonder what some of them might achieve if they can accept that yes, they do now have the required technique, and can therefore now perhaps start DOING something with it! But I am on their mailing list, and their aesthetic is very different. From their perspective, if we cannot see the perfection of what they are doing, then that simply shows we know nothing about art. Fair enough: their works, and those of their hero Bouguereau, are very beautiful and and a glorious triumph of that particular style and aesthetic. It bothers me though that they seem to reject the very validity of any other aesthetic. They complain about modernists denigrating the French academics, but have no qualms about denigrating modernists or anyone else not fitting into the strict realism mold. As such they seem to me like a bit of a lost opportunity. But not the sort they are promoting, I think. His own heritage of Spanish-Moorish art… the Spanish Romanesque paintings are even more important… arguable more important than the even noted African influence: …. All very beautiful works. I have seen some of them before, and they are quite distinct form the more northern illumination art. I wonder if Gauguin might not also have seen some of that stuff …. Well, my post WAS somewhat experimental…. I was not implying that the post-impressionists were directly influenced by late medieval work, mind you. So any similarities would surely be superficial ones. But I have long been struck by how visible outlines basically disappeared from painting around Botticelli was the last major painter to use them, that I am aware of , only to suddenly and emphatically reappear almost four centuries later. And along with the outlines, also some other elements that have long laid dormant, notably a flattening of form, focus on purely decorative elements and ever less focus on correct perspective. In short: a rejection of illusionism. But I am of course biased by my own personal tastes: I happen to LIKE visible outlines, however often I am told that there are no outlines in nature. Hence I am perhaps more prone to seeing great aesthetic principles here where everyone else sees just chaotic history. Well, we do have those brave rebels of the ARC…. The are realists that have nothing to say about the reality that the rest of us know and live. You can do better than that! Finish the damn painting already! Of course I realize that Picasso is always experimenting… inventing a whole new visual language… and cares little for editing himself… he just moves on to the next painting. While Matisse has some lazy paintings, I personally find as with Picasso these are more than offset by the wealth of brilliant paintings. As someone enamored of color and sensuality of surface, Matisse is unquestionably an artist I turn to more than I do to Picasso… although my personal Modernist idols would probably include Bonnard, Max Beckmann, Paul Klee, and Modigliani before either Picasso or Matisse. Looking at the winners of their salon competition, I am struck by how, despite the fact that I am in awe of them, most of their work is at the same time not really very memorable. Of the latest crop, just about the only ones I can at all remember off the top of my my head is a quite magnificent painting of a dragonfly, and the one of the nude girl half hidden behind semi-transparent plastic. I do not remember any of the others! Still, with that sort of skill some of them might well end up doing something very significant yet. Speaking of sensuous, jewel-like colour, I recently discovered the work of Maurice Prendergast, and I must confess I like his cheery, colourful messes. Looking at the winners of their ARC salon competition, I am struck by how, despite the fact that I am in awe of them, most of their work is at the same time not really very memorable. I agree that these artists have certain skills that may allow them to achieve something of merit… but as you suggest, they mostly lack other skills… such as the ability to create an image that resonates and stays with you. Prendergast is indeed an artist worthy of exploration… although I must admit to a certain prejudice against him. These were hung salon-style: crammed together and hung floor to ceiling… and there were literally thousands of them… so many that the experience was mind-numbing. A hundred or so paintings carefully selected would have offered a much greater viewing experience… where certain images might stick in the mind. Instead it was visual over-load. Nevertheless… I quite like these two paintings:. I do wonder though whether such huge skills cannot sometimes act as a trap. Some artists appear to get so caught up in technical matters that everything else gets forgotten. Different genres do indeed have their own associated skills. I recently investigated Celtic knotwork, as used by the scribes who wrote books like the Book of Kells. Now some of it is actually fairly mechanical, once you know how to go about it. You use a grid, and you can work up things of amazing complexity without having to give it much thought. However, it appears as if the scribes did a lot of their knotwork freehand, without grids or patterns, and that is something else! This might be so, although I have noticed that many artists who try to work in his style do not manage very well: their work tends to look garish and over-bright. So while his technique might be quite simple, he seemed to have had a good eye for choosing the right colours and not overdoing it. Most people who try to do this sort of thing end up overdoing it:. His early drawings range from awkward to downright amateurish, and I am not aware of any of his drawings that were on ARC-style atelier standard I am surprised they allow him a spot in their hallowed hall of great masters, because if he entered their salon competition today he would have been laughed out of the building. But his drawings are wonderfully expressive and memorable, full of almost calligraphic loops and angles, with a sort of blocky solidity about them, that is quite alien to the sort of technique taught in the academies at the time. Thank heavens he learned at least as much from Hiroshige as he did from Mauve…. The same is true for his early paintings: not the kind of thing that would win one accolades at an ARC-approved atelier. I find myself often returning to them, not quite sure what it is that draws me to works like these:. Because he experimented so much, some of his works hover somewhere between utterly ridiculous and truly hideous, but even those works are very memorable; one will remember a thing like this long after you have forgotten most of the slickly professional salon pieces of the time:. Yes, that sounds like a bit too much. My impression is that he was very prolific, but with an output that varied in quality, and one does not necessarily want to see every last one of them in a single session! Incidentally, what size are his works, assuming he keeps to more or less the same size? He seems to have worked mostly in watercolour, but his oils are also nice. That second one you posted has quite a bit more accurate detail than most of his work. No subtle layering and washes and who knows what else: he paints like a child, even leaving white space open around objects. And yet the result is everything but childlike. Watercolour is easy to overwork. But just as easy to end up messy and formless. He manages a nice balance, I think. And again… the mastery of technique and craft is nothing to sneeze at. There are any number of artists who mastered the same skills and to the same level as Michelangelo, Bernini, and Ingres… and produced little that is truly memorable. Working repeatedly with tessellations I can tell you that such patterns, indeed, are largely rooted in a grid although some Celtic and Arabic works are of an amazing level of complexity rooted in a level of mathematical precision beyond me. Even so… just working with the far simpler grid-based tessellations and varieties of linear perspective can be incredibly arduous and frustrating. A mis-measurement of the slightest degree can become amplified over the course of distance into something painfully obvious demanding all be erased and redone. Imitation or an artistic language is always far easier than invention. Yet beyond this, I would second the assertion that painting like Van Gogh not only involves understanding the mechanics of how he painted… it also involves having a good eye and a good touch. I agree that watercolors can be easily overworked and there is something to be said for the light, fresh, spontaneous approach. Indeed… one might argue that such deftness of touch and spontaneity is what lends strength to not only Van Gogh but even a painter such as Rubens and Veronese. There is nothing wrong with the meticulous and labor-intensive, perfectly composed paintings of Vermeer and Ingres… but there is just as much skill involved… if not more… in the more unforgiving spontaneous approach. And yet you scoffed when I said the same thing about Michelangelo and Rembrandt. By the way, since this is a Picasso thread, I was looking at his lousy sculptures and realized that I really did like his pottery. It reminds me of the Greek stuff. Managing your WetCanvas! This topic has replies, 35 voices, and was last updated 14 years ago by Rick G. Viewing 15 posts - 76 through 90 of total. June 4, at pm They seem but typical of Hellenistic Baroque. Not far removed from the works of Pergamon: the Winged Nike: the Barberini Faun: or the Menelaus with the Body of Patroclus: Clearly the expressive directions taken by Michelangelo and later Mannerist and Baroque painters and sculptors were similar in intent and echoed certain stylistic elements of the Hellenistic Greek and later Roman works. It… along with the later Roman copies… certainly suggests how beautiful his various female nudes must have been: Praxiteles, after all, was credited with popularizing the female nude in Greek art. Yet they lack a certain sensitivity and fall short of the Praxiteles Hermes as well as other known original Greek works… such as the Mausolus: or the beautiful bronzes: ……………. June 8, at am And of course, in Medieval art, especially illumination art, there is often much decorative abstraction in the margin, so perhaps it is actually not too much of a stretch to see the similarities between this: and this: even though more than five centuries, and much tumultuous history separate the two works. So perhaps, by the end of the 19th century, artists had to some extent exhausted the possibilities of ever greater technical mastery in realism, and this sort of thing: began to look as wonderfully fresh and exotic to late 19th century eyes as Michelangelo must have looked to 15th century ones. June 8, at pm June 9, at am It has occurred to me that Picasso might have had another influence, namely Greek vase painting: Anyone know whether this is indeed the case? Yes… he was very aware of this… but even more so of the Etruscan linear work: His own heritage of Spanish-Moorish art… the Spanish Romanesque paintings are even more important… arguable more important than the even noted African influence: A lot of elements of Guernica in this last painting. LGHumphrey Default. Lawrence Humphrey Torrelles, Spain. June 9, at pm Sir Paul Default. I know his work: it sounds startling even to modern ears. Well, my post WAS somewhat experimental… I was not implying that the post-impressionists were directly influenced by late medieval work, mind you. June 11, at pm Perhaps you also enjoy it? June 12, at am Thank heavens he learned at least as much from Hiroshige as he did from Mauve… The same is true for his early paintings: not the kind of thing that would win one accolades at an ARC-approved atelier. I find myself often returning to them, not quite sure what it is that draws me to works like these: Because he experimented so much, some of his works hover somewhere between utterly ridiculous and truly hideous, but even those works are very memorable; one will remember a thing like this long after you have forgotten most of the slickly professional salon pieces of the time: Prendergast is indeed an artist worthy of exploration… although I must admit to a certain prejudice against him. Nevertheless… I quite like these two paintings:… He seems to have worked mostly in watercolour, but his oils are also nice. I like this one: Watercolour is easy to overwork. Shall things of dust the Gods' dark ways despise? Events WC! Site Discussions Wearable Art. Username Password. Forgotten Password Cancel. Register For This Site A password will be e-mailed to you. Username E-mail. Search Search for:. Remember Me Lost your password?

Buy coke online in Sperlonga