“The Valkyres Vigil” by Edward Robert Hughes

 

“The Merman” by John William Waterhouse

 

“Ariadne” by Mary Evelyn Pickering de Morgan

“Ophelia” by John William Waterhouse

From Hamlet:

“But, good my brother,
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do,
Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven,
Whiles, like a puff’ d and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads,
And reaks not his own rede.”

“Circe Invidiosa” by John William Waterhouse

For the rest of the month, I am going away from writing on my blog so I can focus on other tasks at hand.  While I am gone, the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood will act as a guest host.

“A Flower Stall” by John William Waterhouse

 

“Ophelia” by John William Waterhouse

From Hamlet

“O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!
The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue, sword,
Th’ expectation and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
Th’ observ’d of all observers, quite, quite down!”

Silent Sundays: Death in the Tree (1897)

Reblogged from The Year of Halloween:

Der Tod im Baum (Death in the Tree) by Angelo Jank in the magazine Jugend, 1897

(via The Morthouse)

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- Silent Sundays: Kostlivec (1961)

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- Silent Sundays: Dark Star (1890)

Art History in the Iron Man movies

Saw Iron Man 3 and enjoyed it immensely.  During the credits (relax, no spoilers), I saw Jackson Pollock’s Alchemy in the “Look who let us use their work” section.

How…appropriate.

Iron Man 2 had other art history references.  Imagine my facial expression when the actors mentioned Barnett Newman and others.

Also, what made the directors, writers (and others) choose Contemporary artists for these films? I have speculations of my own, but I haven’t seen the film in a while for me to solidify them.

Lastly, a quote from the movie’s IMDb trivia page:

“In Stark’s mansion, Alberto Giacometti‘s bronze sculpture entitled “L’Homme qui marche I” can be seen. On February 3rd, 2010, the second edition of the cast of the sculpture became one of the most expensive works of art ever sold at auction to Brazilian philanthropist Lily Safra, who paid US$107.3 million for it.”

An interesting choice.  I know I am possibly not the only who thought this, but did the filmmakers intentionally chose the spindly statue to reflect the subplot of Tony’s delicate state?

“The Lady of Shallott” by John William Waterhouse

“The Lady of Shallot” by Alfred Lord Tennyson

There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16080#sthash.8Bou50yF.dpuf

There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16080#sthash.8Bou50yF.dpuf

An excerpt courtesy of Victorian Web

“On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by
To many-towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.¹

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veiled
Slide the heavy barges trailed
By slow horses; and unhailed
The shallop flitteth silken-sailed
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?             25
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to towered Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers “‘Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott.” “

There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16080#sthash.8Bou50yF.dpuf

On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And through the field the road runs by To many-towered Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veiled, Slide the heavy barges trailed By slow horses; and unhailed The shallop flitteth silken-sailed Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers “‘Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott.” – See more at: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16080#sthash.8Bou50yF.dpuf