#alexander jowett

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Desert Island Dreamin (Alexander Jowett)

+ Moon Phases (Luke Pestl)

*from 'A Kind of Blue: the Solace of Open Spaces'

at Alison Milne Gallery, Toronto

[alexjowettart]

Distant Blues 2023

76x70" acrylic and paint pen on canvas over wood panel!

Alexander Jowett

[yama-bato]

Le Baptême de la Solitude (Saharan Song), Alexander Jowett

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Alexander Jowett

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Desert at the end of the Ocean

Alexander Jowett

oil, acrylic ink and stitching on raw linen

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Alexander Jowett

, “Poems to the Sea (Melting Sun Dreaming)”

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 Alexander Jowett | “Poems to the Sea (Melting Sun Dreaming)”

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(via Saatchi Art: Atardecer (Japonisme) Painting by Alexander Jowett)

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Alexander Jowett - Le Baptème de la Solitude

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Alexander Rybak on stage with his ex-girlfriend

Alexander Rybak on stage with his ex-girlfriend Ingrid Berg Mehus at the Christmas concert Stille Natt Hellige Natt

Alexander Rybak on stage with his ex-girlfriend This year it, seems that the Christmas concerts can go ahead with sold out churches. Alexander Rybak is among those who will go on a Christmas tour together with the ex-girlfriend that made him world famous: Ingrid Berg Mehus. Source: db.no, publisert 26.12.21. Text: Kjetil Stoveland. Translated by Jorunn Ekre, revision by Anni Jowett. (more…)

[atelier688]

Desert Moon (Alexander Jowett) + Brink One (Luke Pestl)

from 'A Kind of Blue: the Solace of Open Spaces'

at Alison Milne Gallery, Toronto

[alexjowettart]

Desert Island Dreaming

58x48" paint, stiching and vintage indigo cloth on jute

w/t ceramics by Luke Pestl

Alexander Jowett

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Minuit Méditerranée, Alexander Jowett, Oil, Ink, Stitching and Indigo Cloth on Raw Linen

https://www.alisonmilne.com/gallery/artists/alexander-jowett

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Bound to You #3  -  Alexander Jowett

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Thucydides alas

Thucydides, alas! is not like Herodotus, easy to read and simple in his thought and language. His only, and very moderate, volume (a single copy of the Times newspaper contains as many words) is very close reading: crammed with profound thought, epigrammatic, intricate, obscure, and most peculiar in the turn of conglomerate phrase. But in the masterly translation of Dr. Jowett, and with the paraphrase and illustrations in the corresponding part of Grote’s History of Greece, he may be read without difficulty by every serious reader. All at least should know his resplendent picture of Pericles, and the Periclean ideal of Athens, an ideal as usual only reached by a few exalted spirits, and by them, but for a moment of glowing inspiration— an ideal of which we have the grotesque obverse in the wild comedies of Aristophanes.

All too should know the story of Cleon and of Alcibiades, the terrible scene of the plague at Athens, and the ghastly insurrection at Corcyra, and perhaps the most stirring of all, the overthrow of Athens in the port of Syracuse. I can remember how, when I read that within sight of the heights of Epipolae and the fountain of Arethusa, it seemed as if the bay around me still rang with the shout of triumph and the wail of the defeated host. It is surely the most dramatic page, yet one of the simplest and most severely impartial and exact, in the whole range of historical literature.

For the remainder of Greek history after the defeat and decline of Athens we have no contemporary authorities of any value, except the Memoirs of Xenophon; and for the marvellous career of Alexander, the best is Arrian, who at least had access to the works of eye-witnesses. And thus when we lose the light of Thucydides and Xenophon, we must trust to Plutarch and the later compilers, who had materials that are lost to the modern world.

Between Thucydides and Xenophon

Between Thucydides and Xenophon the analogy is strange, and the contrast even more strange. Both were Athenians, saturated with Attic culture, both exiles, both unsparing critics of the democracy of their native republic; but the first stood resolute in his proud philosophic neutrality, whilst cherishing the ideal of the country he had lost; the other became a renegade in the Greek fashion, the citizen of his country’s natural enemy, and alienated from his own by temperament, in sympathy, and in habits private tour istanbul.

When these Athenian philosophers fail us, we had better rely on Curtius and Grote. Both have their great and special merits. And if the twelve volumes of Grote are beyond the range of the ordinary reader with their mountains of detail and microscopic exaggeration of minute incidents and insignificant beings, Curtius in less than a third of the bulk has covered nearly the same ground with a more philosophic conception. Strictly speaking, there is not, and cannot be, a history of Greece. Greece is scattered broadcast over South-eastern Europe and Northwestern Asia. Greece was not so much a nation as a race, a movement, a language, a school of thought and art. And thus it comes that any history of Greece is utterly inadequate without such books as Muller’s or MahafTy’s Literature of Ancient Greece, Winckelmann’s History of Ancient Art, Fustel de Coulanges’ Citi Antique, and Mahaffy’s Social Life in Greece and Greek Life and Thought, or John Addington Symonds’ delightful essays on Greek Poets and the scenery of Greece.

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Alexander Jowett

 “The Siren’s Song”

drawing