Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label women. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Remembering Patsy: September 8, 1932 – March 5, 1963

"She drank beer and cussed a blue streak and told dirty jokes to make the men blush. She called herself "the Cline" and most everybody else "Hoss." This must have been an altogether new sort of behavior up in heaven, back when she arrived, all of a sudden, fifty years ago today. But I suppose heaven must have made quick peace and accommodation. Because how could you possibly keep Patsy Cline out of heaven?"


Drinking Beer With Patsy Cline Up in Heaven





Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Halloween Pin Ups



















Freeman Elliot, 1950



















George Petty, 1945
 


















 Gil Elvgren, 1958



















Antonio Vargas, 1967

Monday, September 17, 2012

Unknown Beauty

I don't know who painted this, but it's lovely. If you are, or know, the artist please let me know.
I found it here and it put me in mind of the poem below.




















UNKNOWN BEAUTY

She is sweet like my heart,
She is fragrant like my soul,
As sparkling as my eyes,
Tender and gentle
And lush like my sweet dreams;
As intense as my desires
She seizes my deep Self
In flames of pleasing pains,
In glows of unfulfilled desires
And I shudder within in poetic riots.

She is noble within like gold
And dazzles like diamond
In smooth black exterior;
She is all smiles like flowers,
All tender moods like full-moon
And inviting charm inside;
She rouses soul from deep slumber
To streaks of fresh light
That seeks to stream from far horizons;
New worlds open up
Where blend desires in mad dance
And hearts sing heart to heart.

Though unknown beauty,
I know her in every single fibre,
All inside and outside like my Self
As she indeed knows me;
I feel her entreaties from her eyes,
I hear her desires from her heart;
She speaks in silence and calls in shyness
And rouses sharp pangs of sweet desires.

She is an angel in her shyness,
She is an angel in her silence,
She is an angel in her desires
And an angel in her feminine softness
And liquid young fragrance
That visit my soul in joyous dreams;
She melts in my eyes
And streams to my heart
And seizes my soul,
She speaks from a pleasing halo
Where like a living sacred deity,
She spreads her charms deep to my Self.

She is calm in the eye of desires’ storm,
She is still while heart shouts for warmth;
Warmth calls warmth and desire meets desire
And we both meet in cool still distance.

The unknown beauty somehow attuned to my self,
I seek her and she me in unknown bond.

Praveen Kumar



Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Beverly Kenney, 1932-1960




















http://www.allmusic.com/artist/beverly-kenney-mn0000866783












Saturday, September 1, 2012

Evelyn De Morgan, 1855-1919

On her seventeenth birthday, August 30th 1872, Evelyn De Morgan wrote in her diary: “At the beginning of each year I say ‘I will do something’ and at the end I have done nothing. Art is eternal, but life is short”.
The De Morgan Foundation














Helen of Troy (1898)



















Medea (1889)



















Dryad (1884-5)





















Saturday, August 18, 2012

Audrey Hepburn



"Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can't take it in all at once."











"The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years."











"The most important thing is to enjoy your life - to be happy - it's all that matters."




























"I never think of myself as an icon. What is in other people's minds is not in my mind. I just do my thing."
All quotes from BrainyQuotes

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Julie Poncet - Legs













































































The artist on 1x

The artist's web site

Daniela Mercury - E Carnival






The artist's web site

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Sophie Solomon

www.sophiesolomon.com













Sunday, August 5, 2012

Alfonsina Storni - Sweet Torture

















My melancholy was gold dust in your hands;
On your long hands I scattered my life;
My sweetnesses remained clutched in your hands;
Now I am a vial of perfume, emptied

How much sweet torture quietly suffered,
When, my soul wrested with shadowy sadness,
She who knows the tricks, I passed the days
kissing the two hands that stifled my life


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Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Musical Pin-up

Shared by a friend - I do not know the origin but would like to give credit to (and see more work by) the artist. Please leave a note if you know who created it.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Auguste Rodin (1840-1917)

The Rodin Museum

"...More than any other sculptor since Michelangelo, Rodin changed the face of figurative sculpture and ushered in a whole new era of artistic expression..."



















The Kiss



















Kissers



















Spirit



















The Eternal Idol














Thought

Wednesday, May 23, 2012