#Edwards Gardens
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quinnfrankephotography · 4 days ago
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Today was my last walk in Edward's Gardens. I feel very sad and I will miss it a lot. A real gem of a park in a larger system of parks where you can walk all day. I'm sure the new parks where I am moving to are going to be awesome. But right now I am very sad to go.
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pierppasolini · 8 months ago
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DEREK JARMAN
Sebastiane (1976) The Angelic Conversation (1985) The Garden (1990) Edward II (1991) Glitterbug (1994)
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huariqueje · 8 months ago
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Blooming Wisteria - Edward Okuń , 1911.
Polish, 1872-1945
Oil on canvas, 44.5 x 34 cm.   
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majormisunderstanding · 11 months ago
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Edward Bawden’s linocut of Covent Garden Flower Market, 1967.
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will80sbyers · 3 months ago
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Why is this woman not writing movies anymore
GIVE HER A JOB
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itsrayohno · 1 month ago
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I got the Black-Haired Leader Blues 🖤💙🖤
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artemlegere · 29 days ago
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Lesbia and her Sparrow
Artist: Edward Poynter (British, 1836–1919)
Date: 1907
Medium: Oil on canvas
Collection: Bonhams
Description
Considered among Poynter’s more important works, Lesbia and her Sparrow immediately met with critical approval when shown at the Royal Academy in 1907. Poynter, who is regarded second only to his friend and mentor Frederic Lord Leighton as a master of Victorian classicism, invariably portrayed scenes from Antiquity. While some were based on Greco-Roman mythology others, as here, were inspired by its literature and specific historical figures. The story of Lesbia and her Sparrow was told by the Roman poet Gaius Valerius Catullus (c. 84-54 B.C.), who referred to Lesbia in 25 of his surviving 116 poems. Lesbia is generally considered by scholars to represent Clodia Metelli (b. c. 95 BC), wife of Metellus Celer, who of noble birth was known for her beauty, her talent as a poetess but also for her scandalous lifestyle, counting among her many lovers Catullus himself. Theirs however was no simple love story but was beset with bitter jealousy and remorse. To this end the poet immortalized her in the guise of Lesbia in impassioned verse and referred to her bird in such lines as “Sparrow! my pet’s delicious joy, Wherewith in bosom nurst to toy. She loves, and gives her finger-tip. For sharp-nib’d greeding neb to nip”. At the height of their affair the sparrow, who eventually died, is considered to symbolize the poet’s enduring love and may also convey erotic connotations. Although present day admirers of Poynter’s work might assume that Lesbia’s name was linked to her sexual inclinations, it was in fact a common Roman name and one chosen by the Latin poet because it had an identical metrical value to that of his great love Clodia. In addition, the name Lesbia carried literary associations with the Greek 7th century BC lyric poet Sappho who lived on the island of Lesbos and whose work Catullus much admired.
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poppoforpresident · 1 year ago
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The Loveliest Lies Of All..
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adventuresofalgy · 20 days ago
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The wind did indeed blow Algy off his perch, and the clouds continued to descend until the Scotch mist closed right in again and the world beyond Algy's home was obscured once more.
Deciding that, even for a fluffy bird, it was daft to remain out in the open, exposed to the vicissitudes of the wild west Highland weather – and having tumbled off his seat once too often, in a particularly strong gust – Algy retreated to a much more sheltered spot, and settled down on the bare earth beneath some leafless bushes in his assistants' garden…
And there, to his delight, Algy discovered some wee glowing patches of hope and light, for the very first snowdrops of the new year were about to open their faces to the world, despite the dreich January weather. Looking around, he spotted many more patches of the "flowers of the snow" emerging here and there, sensibly sheltering beneath the trees and shrubs, and then Algy smiled a great big fluffy bird smile, for he knew that although the day was dark and dreary – not to mention wet and windy – spring was surely on the way 😃
Leaning forward, Algy whispered one of the very few poems about snowdrops he could remember to the wee, nodding flower buds, and urged them to ignore the miserable weather and smile too…
Flower of the Snow!—we hail thy birth, Though cold and pale may be thy shrine, A promise from all bounteous earth To glad our northern clime. Thou com'st to soothe us, star-like flower! To check our dark despair; And in the dim and wintry hour To whisper God is there. Sweet gem!—how like a faithful friend Dost cheer our lonely hearth, And, mid the world's unkindness, lend Thy light around our path.
[Algy is thinking of the poem To the Snowdrop by the English 19th/early 20th century clergyman and poet Edward Henry Bickersteth, Bishop of Exeter.]
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quinnfrankephotography · 2 months ago
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Back home after a month and it's awesome to see all the critters.
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huariqueje · 8 months ago
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Cat and Greenhouse , Park Lane - Edward Bawden , 1987.
British , 1903-1999
Watercolour , 48.8 x 63.8 cm.
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savzo · 2 years ago
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These idiots watched Twilight… I’m satisfied with how dumb this is.
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cinderellaheist · 6 months ago
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Photos by @thefullerview
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galleryofart · 6 months ago
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The Love Song
Artist: Edward Burne-Jones (English, 1833–1898)
Date: 1868-1873
Medium: Oil on canvas
Collection: Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, NY, United States
Description
This oil painting occupied Burne-Jones from 1868 to 1877. A consummate achievement of Victorian art, it fuses a reverence for Venetian Renaissance painting with a distinctly Aesthetic sense of the connection between music and love. Cupid, personifying Love, slowly squeezes the bellows of a portable organ played by a maiden whose music bewitches her lover, an armor-clad knight.
The composition was first created as a design for the decoration of a panel in an upright piano given to Edward and Georgiana Burne-Jones on their marriage in 1860. Georgiana was an accomplished singer whose repertoire included folk songs and medieval music as well as modern pieces; the title of the painting may derive from a traditional Breton song “Hélas! Je sais un chant d’amour / Triste ou gai, tour à tour.” The composition was also used for a watercolor of 1865 (now in the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston). Most revealing, however, is a portrait of his mistress, the sculptor Maria Zambaco (1870), in which a tiny version of Le Chant d’Amour is shown, as an illustration to an illuminated manuscript she has been reading. Burne-Jones perhaps identified himself as the lovesick knight.
The style of the work is much influenced by Venetian art, and especially the so-called Concert Champêtre in the Louvre in Paris, then thought to be by Giorgione. This richly toned pastoral scene depicted courtiers playing music outdoors, attended by female nudes. It was in an essay on “The School of Giorgione” in 1877 that the Aesthete Walter Pater coined the phrase “all art continually aspires to the condition of music.”
Le Chant d’Amour was shown in 1878 at the Grosvenor Gallery, the preeminent exhibition space for the Aesthetic Movement. In Gilbert and Sullivan’s Patience, the Aesthetic poet Bunthorne declares himself to be “a greenery-yallery Grosvenor Gallery / Foot in the grave young man,” a reference to Burne-Jones’s muted coloring and enervated male figures.
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mountkennedie · 3 months ago
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and if it's not about faramir, hozier, eowyn, wirt, legolas, loki, anakin, edward, ray toro, my cat, or apple cider. I'm not listening.
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merryverse · 3 months ago
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So let’s throw my garden party
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You promised roses, but gave me thorns
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You’d leave me rotting till summer’s over
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Guess I’ll be digging alone
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