” All day I hear the noise of waters
Sad as the sea-bird is when, going
He hears the winds cry to the water’s
– James Joyce ( All Day I Hear the Noise of Waters )
“…this gives me a reminder of being close to nature. This is a time where I can be completely alone and realize how insignificant I am. This is a good way to chase the fear of failing out of my mind.”
“Sweet guardians of nature, attendeth my soul,
when sorrows like tempests torment me;
and all will be clearer whatever the toll
as thou hushes the demons that vex me.”
– Amelia Dashwood
Every jewel needs a splendid setting. These great halls and fine dining rooms in country manor houses, provide brilliantly curated backdrops for the family portraits, landscape paintings, and tapestry collections.
Doomed lovers Francesca and Paolo sing out from Dante’s second circle of Hell in this 4th installment of our Sound + Sculpture series. The cold, marble embrace of Pietro Canonica’s sculpture Abyss is matched with Francesca’s aria from Sergei Rachmaninoff’s opera Francesca da Rimini. Look while you listen!
With trepidation, Winter is slowly beginning to thaw. At least here in the frozen North of the U.S. where I am situated. And right now, I would like nothing more than to be seated at Adrienne Stein’s table. Her paintings are lush and verdant – like a blast of fresh Spring air.
“Your body is the church wherein Nature asks to be revered.”
– the Marquis de Sade