Thursday, 21 August 2008

Something to read.

I've posted this so that I can read it at lunch time while listening to my tunes. Shakespeare and Rod Stewart. Brilliant.

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Troiles and Cressida

Entire play in one page

Act 1, Scene 1: Troy. Before Priam's palace.
Act 1, Scene 2: The Same. A street.
Act 1, Scene 3: The Grecian camp. Before Agamemnon's tent.
Act 2, Scene 1: A part of the Grecian camp.
Act 2, Scene 2: Troy. A room in Priam's palace.
Act 2, Scene 3: The Grecian camp. Before Achilles' tent.
Act 3, Scene 1: Troy. Priam's palace.
Act 3, Scene 2: The same. Pandarus' orchard.
Act 3, Scene 3: The Grecian camp. Before Achilles' tent.
Act 4, Scene 1: Troy. A street.
Act 4, Scene 2: The same. Court of Pandarus' house.
Act 4, Scene 3: The same. Street before Pandarus' house.
Act 4, Scene 4: The same. Pandarus' house.
Act 4, Scene 5: The Grecian camp. Lists set out.
Act 5, Scene 1: The Grecian camp. Before Achilles' tent.
Act 5, Scene 2: The same. Before Calchas' tent.
Act 5, Scene 3: Troy. Before Priam's palace.
Act 5, Scene 4: Plains between Troy and the Grecian camp.
Act 5, Scene 5: Another part of the plains.
Act 5, Scene 6: Another part of the plains.
Act 5, Scene 7: Another part of the plains.
Act 5, Scene 8: Another part of the plains.
Act 5, Scene 9: Another part of the plains.
Act 5, Scene 10: Another part of the plains.

Thursday, 14 August 2008

Henri

Henri Julien Félix Rousseau was born May the 21st 1844.
He haled from Laval in the Loire Valley.
The Loire Valley is renowned as the garden of France and the cradle of the French language. If you no your wine you’ll know the Valley.( “Hic”)
Henri was a day student of Laval High school, but due to his family leaving town because of mounting debts, he rented a room at Laval High. He was average at most subjects but excelled in art and music.
After leaving high school, he worked in a law office whilst studying law.
During his first year, he committed a small perjury and quickly joined the army in 1863.
When Henri’s father died in 1868, Henri moved to Paris and got a job as a customs officer to support his mother. This is how he earned the nickname Le Douanier (the customs officer). A year later in 1869 he met his first wife Clémence Boitard, a cabinetmaker's daughter. They proceeded to have nine children together but tragically tuberculosis was plaguing France at the time and he sadly lost seven of his youngest.
In 1871, he gained promotion to the toll collector's office in Paris as a tax collector.
It was not until his early forties that he started to paint seriously and the annoyance of work soon saw Henri leaving his employment to concentrate on his art.
His childish style left him open to heavy criticism in the art world as he was thought untutored. Most were shocked and openly ridiculed his paintings.
Henri was largely oblivious to this and strived to gain mainstream acceptance.
From 1886, he exhibited regularly in the Salon des Independants, and, although his work was not shown prominently, it drew an increasing following over the years. In 1893, Rousseau moved to a studio in Montparnasse where he lived and worked until his death in 1910. When Pablo Picasso happened upon a painting by Rousseau being sold on the street as a canvas to be painted over, the younger artist instantly recognized Rousseau's genius and went to meet him. In 1908, Picasso held a half serious, half-burlesque banquet in his studio in Le Bateau-Lavoir in Rousseau's honor.

His true recognition was not forthcoming until after his death.

I have loved Rousseau’s work since I discovered a book of his paintings in college. His life story is an inspiration to every artist to keep going. Even if nobody likes or understands your work. Do not be disheartened, keep exploring and defining. Life is full of ridicule for the truly gifted. Be it expectation for the already recognized or damnation for the misunderstood. It is the strength of our spirit to go on that holds the key to our greatest works.

Saturday, 2 August 2008

Henri Rousseau in case you don't know. A true genius




We salute you
Gentle Rousseau. You can hear us.
Delaunay, his wife, Monsieur Queval and myself.
Let our luggage pass duty free through the gates of heaven.
We will bring you brushes paints and canvas.
That you may spend your sacred leisure in the
light of truth Painting,
as you once did my portrait
Facing the stars.


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