It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it [...]
Categories: painting,word
Tagged: A Tale of Two Cities, age, belief, Charles Dickens, creature, Dante And Virgil In Hell, darling, Death, despair, epoch, Heaven, hope, human, love, mystery, night, profound, Secret, Soul, time, treasure, William-Adolphe Bouguereau, Wisdom
- Published:
- 09/08/2010 – 2:04 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
Three performance artists, Hrafnhildur Benediktsdóttir, Christopher Matthews and Nathália Mello, entered the Lingering Whispers exhibitions to build a response as research towards their current subject: the concept of the body in abject and death. The subjectivity of their work is in direct correlation with the work and space at the Lingering Whispers exhibit and the [...]
Categories: exclusive,exhibition,performance
Tagged: Alexandra Eldridge, art, body, Christopher Matthews, crypt, Crypt St Pancras Church, Death, Hrafnhildur Benediktsdóttir, Katharina Hesse, Lingering Whispers, Lingering Whispers exhibition, Nathália Mello, Pascale Lafay, performance, Predrag Pajdic, Roberto Foddai, Stefania Bonatelli, Wren Britton
- Published:
- 26/05/2010 – 8:49 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, And shall my soul that lies within your hand Remember nothing, as the blowing sand Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep When winds along the darkened desert sweep? Or would it still remember, tho’ it spanned A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned The vacant [...]
Categories: photography,poem
Tagged: beloved, crown, Death, Dom Agius, Heaven, love, nobility, poem, remember, Royal, Sara Teasdale, shadow, sleep
- Published:
- 08/02/2010 – 12:10 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, And shall my soul that lies within your hand Remember nothing, as the blowing sand Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep When winds along the darkened desert sweep? Or would it still remember, tho’ it spanned A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned The vacant [...]
Categories: film,music,photography,poem
Tagged: 2001 A Space Odyssey, alone, An der schönen blauen Donau, Arthur C. Clarke, blue, Death, Dom Agius, eternity, Johann Strauss II, love, Sara Teasdale, Stanley Kubrick, The Blue Danube
- Published:
- 06/09/2009 – 7:48 pm
- Author:
- By The Pandorian
