Showing posts with label Marco Cazzato. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marco Cazzato. Show all posts

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Dogs and their Women



I want to thank all of you who have commented, donated, written emails
or otherwise supported our family since the onset of Emma's illness. 
I am so grateful and happy to have such a wonderful group of readers!
The good news is for now Emma is doing very well, so much so that we tend
to forget the veterinarian's dire diagnosis. I really hope this will last,
but let's take it one day at a time. I will try to thank all of you individually, 
meanwhile this post about dogs and the women who love them is for you.







Jack Potter, 1960s, thanks to leifpeng







Wednesday, January 4, 2012

White Whale





To produce a mighty book, you must choose a mighty theme. 
No great and enduring volume can ever be written on the flea, 
though many there be who have tried it.


(visit the link for more Moby Dick-related artworks)

Aside from those more obvious considerations touching Moby Dick, which could not 
but occasionally awaken in any man's soul some alarm, there was another thought, 
or rather vague, nameless horror concerning him, which at times by its intensity 
completely overpowered all the rest; and yet so mystical and well nigh ineffable was it, 
that I almost despair of putting it in a comprehensible form. It was the whiteness 
of the whale that above all things appalled me. 

Tristan Lowe, Mocha Dick

Robert McCauleyMoby Dick Chapter 42, The Whiteness of the Whale

But not yet have we solved the incantation of this whiteness, and learned why
it appeals with such power to the soul; and more strange and far more portentous- 
why, as we have seen, it is at once the most meaning symbol of spiritual things, nay, 
the very veil of the Christian's Deity; and yet should be as it is, the intensifying agent 
in things the most appalling to mankind.



All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; 
all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; 
all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, 
were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby-Dick.




There she blows!—there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!

Mark Summers, thanks to Stevereads


Rockwell Kent, thanks again to the art of memory


An old, old sight, and yet somehow so young; aye, and not changed a wink 
since I first saw it, a boy, from the sand-hills of Nantucket!
The same — the same! — the same to Noah as to me.


George Klauba

Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; 
from hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee. 
Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, 
let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, 
thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!

Tom NeelyAnd I only am escaped alone to tell thee,
thanks to But Does it Float


Now small fowls flew screaming over the yet yawning gulf; 
a sullen white surf beat against its steep sides; then all collapsed, 
and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it rolled five thousand years ago.

All quotes by Herman Melville

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Sunday Safari - City Life




Alice and Martin Provensen, The Animal Fair, 1952, at R.Michelson Galleries

Art Seiden, Dinosaur comes to town, 1963, thanks to Golden Gems

Syd Hoff, Sammy the Seal, 1959, thanks to Vintage Kids' Books My Kid Loves

Roger Duvoisin, Veronica, 1961




Natalie Russell, Moon Rabbit


 Gabriella Giandelli at Galerie Martel



Beatrice Alemagna, Un Lion à Paris

Stéphane Poulin, Bestiaire


Shuichi Nakano, Searching for paradise, thanks to Pink Tentacle

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