#exuberance

[imaginal-ai]

"Joie de Vivre" (0001)

(The "Say Yes to Life" Series)

[20thcenturypaintings]

Chinese New Year in Bangkok

Artist: Galileo Chini (Italian, 1873-1956)

Date: 1911-1913

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Uffizi Gallery, Florence, Italy

Description

In 1910, Galileo Chini, multifaceted, leading light of the Art Nouveau movement, was commissioned by Rama V, King of Siam, to decorate some of the rooms in the Throne Hall in Bangkok, which had been built by Italian architects and engineers. During a trip to Italy, the king had admired Chini’s decorations at the Venice Biennale and he employed the painter in Bangkok from 1911 to 1913. Chini, who was already fascinated by the ideas of oriental art, was completely at ease in this visual culture. The king had also appreciated the sparkling universe of colours that, in line with the secessionist taste, perfectly summed up the shape and colour, and adapted well to the precious inlays and luxurious marble decorations in the royal palace.

On his return from Siam, Chini showed this painting at the 1914 Biennale, proof of and homage to the fertile period spent in Bangkok. The square shape, so popular - among others - with the Viennese Secession and to Klimt himself, the processional sequence of figures, from right to left, shown in a powerful backlight, suggests the space in which the scene is set, without describing it in perspective terms, in line with the highly decorative value of Oriental art and Art Nouveau. The typical ball-shaped lanterns that light up the night sky, and the characteristic paper maché dragon fill the background. Chini was able to revive the composition further, using the pointillist painting technique - dots and commas in colour, which allows him to move his brushes sinuously, in an enveloping manner that made him reproduce the rejoicing and exuberance

[nobeerreviews]

Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.

-- Yoko Ono

(Freiburg, Germany)

[dk-thrive]

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.

— Sylvia Plath, from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices" in "The Collected Poems (Harper Perennial; November 15, 2016) (via Thoughts)

[nc3rdeye]

Sooo Damn Proud of USa!!!!!!!

Experiencing this resounding rejection of the ridiculous, TDS, inane, and egocentric ideology of the conniving, brainwashed, ignorant psychopathic cult following of the Extreme Liberals is just such a luscious and TRULY liberating, justified feeling!!!

Even this raping of a thesaurus doesn't even do justice to how absolutely AWESOME AND HOPEFUL I feel for our future as a global society!

IT'S FUCKING INSANE THAT THE MAN AND HIS CABINET HAVEN'T EVEN OFFICIALLY STARTED THEIR TERMS AND THE ENTIRE WORLD IS SHIFTING BACK TO ..........

L O G I C and COMMON SENSE!

[remingtonpost]

Children of the future age,

Reading this indignant page,

Know that in a former time

Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

[dracarialove]

Channel the sun ☀️

Day 3 is Yellow: A cheerful expression of not only joy, but outright exuberance at being together. With no one around to interrupt their 1-on-1 time, Shadow and Rouge can be comfortable showing their happiness! 🖤🤍

(Solo pie slice and full art below)

[unscramblerer]

Todays Word Of The Day is: Ebullition

Ebullition originates from the Latin ebullire(to bubble or boil). The word originally described boiling liquid. It entered English in the late 16th century. Today it describes a sudden outburst of emotion.

[dailybehbeh]

Behbeh

[corvianbard]

Exuberance is beauty.

William Blake

[ukdamo]

To a Skylark

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!

Bird thou never wert,

That from Heaven, or near it,

Pourest thy full heart

In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Higher still and higher

From the earth thou springest

Like a cloud of fire;

The blue deep thou wingest,

And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

In the golden lightning

Of the sunken sun,

O'er which clouds are bright'ning,

Thou dost float and run;

Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.

The pale purple even

Melts around thy flight;

Like a star of Heaven,

In the broad day-light

Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight,

Keen as are the arrows

Of that silver sphere,

Whose intense lamp narrows

In the white dawn clear

Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.

All the earth and air

With thy voice is loud,

As, when night is bare,

From one lonely cloud

The moon rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflow'd.

What thou art we know not;

What is most like thee?

From rainbow clouds there flow not

Drops so bright to see

As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.

Like a Poet hidden

In the light of thought,

Singing hymns unbidden,

Till the world is wrought

To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:

Like a high-born maiden

In a palace-tower,

Soothing her love-laden

Soul in secret hour

With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:

Like a glow-worm golden

In a dell of dew,

Scattering unbeholden

Its aëreal hue

Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:

Like a rose embower'd

In its own green leaves,

By warm winds deflower'd,

Till the scent it gives

Makes faint with too much sweet those heavy-winged thieves:

Sound of vernal showers

On the twinkling grass,

Rain-awaken'd flowers,

All that ever was

Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.

Teach us, Sprite or Bird,

What sweet thoughts are thine:

I have never heard

Praise of love or wine

That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.

Chorus Hymeneal,

Or triumphal chant,

Match'd with thine would be all

But an empty vaunt,

A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.

What objects are the fountains

Of thy happy strain?

What fields, or waves, or mountains?

What shapes of sky or plain?

What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?

With thy clear keen joyance

Languor cannot be:

Shadow of annoyance

Never came near thee:

Thou lovest: but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.

Waking or asleep,

Thou of death must deem

Things more true and deep

Than we mortals dream,

Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?

We look before and after,

And pine for what is not:

Our sincerest laughter

With some pain is fraught;

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Yet if we could scorn

Hate, and pride, and fear;

If we were things born

Not to shed a tear,

I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.

Better than all measures

Of delightful sound,

Better than all treasures

That in books are found,

Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!

each me half the gladness

That thy brain must know,

Such harmonious madness

From my lips would flow

The world should listen then, as I am listening now.

[imaginal-ai]

"Joie de Vivre" (0002)

(More of The "Say Yes to Life" Series)

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[sohannabarberaesque]

Banana Splits headcannon via their Road Trip of Redemption

Talk about exuberance of the highest order: Snorky dunking his trunk in a motel swimming pool momentarily, followed by releasing water therefrom fountain-like. Or even in some lake, for that matter.

[jhsharman]

3 Different redheads "Follow the Leader"

Occasionally Betty had red hair. Does make for an odd coincidence here.

[heuristicist]

sun’s setting earlier here now. how i wish i could see it rise to cast light on your face.