<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515</id><updated>2012-01-06T23:39:54.684+01:00</updated><category term='Edward Burne-Jones'/><category term='William Holman Hunt'/><category term='Elizabeth Siddal'/><category term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><category term='William Lindsay Windus'/><category term='Anne François Louis Janmot'/><category term='Arthur Hugues'/><category term='Prerrafaelite woman´s'/><category term='Evelyn de Morgan'/><category term='Poesía'/><category term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category term='The Lady of Shalott'/><category term='John Everett Millais'/><category term='Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood'/><category term='PBR'/><category term='Jane Morris Burden'/><category term='Frederick Sandys'/><category term='Walter Howell Deverell'/><category term='Las modelos del prerrafaelismo'/><category term='Ford Madox Brown'/><category term='William Morris'/><title type='text'>Palettes (Pintura y poesía)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-8617321922956464101</id><published>2011-10-12T18:17:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:35:26.833+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Everett Millais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood'/><title type='text'>Mariana in the Moated Grange (1850-1851)</title><content type='html'>Obra de John Everett Millais, el que fue presidente de la Royal Academy of Art en el año 1896, el mismo año de su fallecimiento.&lt;br /&gt;Millais copió para su Mariana los ventanales de la capilla de Merton College, en la universidad de Oxford.&lt;br /&gt;Inspirado por el alegre colorido de los manuscritos de la Edad Media, sirvió de ilustracioón a un poema de Tennyson. La actitud fresca y desinhibida de Mariana al desperezarse le da un toque de cercanía a la composición.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5Mss-vWSkM/TpW-rwF4o-I/AAAAAAAACuE/mAq61ynGgl0/s1600/Mariana_in_the_Moated_Grange_study_Millais%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G5Mss-vWSkM/TpW-rwF4o-I/AAAAAAAACuE/mAq61ynGgl0/s400/Mariana_in_the_Moated_Grange_study_Millais%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662641765341504482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUMwpZLcmiQ/TpW-kXueI-I/AAAAAAAACt4/CaCevFt8xE8/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jUMwpZLcmiQ/TpW-kXueI-I/AAAAAAAACt4/CaCevFt8xE8/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662641638541763554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With blackest moss the flower-plots&lt;br /&gt;    Were thickly crusted, one and all:&lt;br /&gt;The rusted nails fell from the knots&lt;br /&gt;    That held the pear to the gable-wall.&lt;br /&gt;The broken sheds look'd sad and strange:&lt;br /&gt;    Unlifted was the clinking latch;&lt;br /&gt;    Weeded and worn the ancient thatch&lt;br /&gt;Upon the lonely moated grange.&lt;br /&gt;        She only said, 'My life is dreary,&lt;br /&gt;            He cometh not,' she said;&lt;br /&gt;        She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,&lt;br /&gt;            I would that I were dead!'&lt;br /&gt;Her tears fell with the dews at even;&lt;br /&gt;    Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;&lt;br /&gt;She could not look on the sweet heaven,&lt;br /&gt;    Either at morn or eventide.&lt;br /&gt;After the flitting of the bats,&lt;br /&gt;    When thickest dark did trance the sky,&lt;br /&gt;    She drew her casement-curtain by,&lt;br /&gt;And glanced athwart the glooming flats.&lt;br /&gt;        She only said, 'The night is dreary,&lt;br /&gt;            He cometh not,' she said;&lt;br /&gt;        She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,&lt;br /&gt;            I would that I were dead!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;    Waking she heard the night-fowl crow:&lt;br /&gt;The cock sung out an hour ere light:&lt;br /&gt;    From the dark fen the oxen's low&lt;br /&gt;Came to her: without hope of change,&lt;br /&gt;    In sleep she seem'd to walk forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;    Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn&lt;br /&gt;About the lonely moated grange.&lt;br /&gt;        She only said, 'The day is dreary,&lt;br /&gt;            He cometh not,' she said;&lt;br /&gt;        She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,&lt;br /&gt;            I would that I were dead!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a stone-cast from the wall&lt;br /&gt;    A sluice with blacken'd waters slept,&lt;br /&gt;And o'er it many, round and small,&lt;br /&gt;    The cluster'd marish-mosses crept.&lt;br /&gt;Hard by a poplar shook alway,&lt;br /&gt;    All silver-green with gnarled bark:&lt;br /&gt;    For leagues no other tree did mark&lt;br /&gt;The level waste, the rounding gray.&lt;br /&gt;        She only said, 'My life is dreary,&lt;br /&gt;            He cometh not,' she said;&lt;br /&gt;        She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,&lt;br /&gt;            I would that I were dead!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever when the moon was low,&lt;br /&gt;    And the shrill winds were up and away,&lt;br /&gt;In the white curtain, to and fro,&lt;br /&gt;    She saw the gusty shadow sway.&lt;br /&gt;But when the moon was very low,&lt;br /&gt;    And wild winds bound within their cell,&lt;br /&gt;    The shadow of the poplar fell&lt;br /&gt;Upon her bed, across her brow.&lt;br /&gt;        She only said, 'The night is dreary,&lt;br /&gt;            He cometh not,' she said;&lt;br /&gt;        She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,&lt;br /&gt;            I would that I were dead!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day within the dreamy house,&lt;br /&gt;    The doors upon their hinges creak'd;&lt;br /&gt;The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse&lt;br /&gt;    Behind the mouldering wainscot shriek'd,&lt;br /&gt;Or from the crevice peer'd about.&lt;br /&gt;    Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors,&lt;br /&gt;    Old footsteps trod the upper floors,&lt;br /&gt;Old voices call'd her from without.&lt;br /&gt;        She only said, 'My life is dreary,&lt;br /&gt;            He cometh not,' she said;&lt;br /&gt;        She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,'&lt;br /&gt;            I would that I were dead!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sparrow's chirrup on the roof,&lt;br /&gt;    The slow clock ticking, and the sound&lt;br /&gt;Which to the wooing wind aloof&lt;br /&gt;    The poplar made, did all confound&lt;br /&gt;Her sense; but most she loathed the hour&lt;br /&gt;    When the thick-moted sunbeam lay&lt;br /&gt;    Athwart the chambers, and the day&lt;br /&gt;Was sloping toward his western bower.&lt;br /&gt;        Then, said she, 'I am very dreary,&lt;br /&gt;            He will not come,' she said;&lt;br /&gt;        She wept, 'I am aweary, aweary,&lt;br /&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1iW-OVRBy9o/TdVtU9sf_mI/AAAAAAAACYI/PZTIUjIpFIU/s400/Dante_Gabriel_Rossetti_-_Proserpine%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608509117885840994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proserpina (1873-1877)&lt;br /&gt;Tate Gallery, Londres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Está representada en un oscuro pasillo del palacio, con el fruto fatal en la mano...&lt;br /&gt;Tiene el incensario al lado, como un atributo de divinidad. La rama de hiedra del fondo...puede ser entendida como símbolo de memoria que conquista"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De una carta de D.G. Rossetti a W.A. Turner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-7862718808990585745?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7862718808990585745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=7862718808990585745' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7862718808990585745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7862718808990585745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2011/05/proserpina-dante-gabriel-rossetti.html' title='Proserpina - Dante 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Brotherhood'/><title type='text'>Pre Raphaelites (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GWgSNOqZ3Wc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-2096874942793487305?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2096874942793487305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=2096874942793487305' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2096874942793487305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2096874942793487305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2011/03/pre-raphaelites-1.html' title='Pre Raphaelites (1)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GWgSNOqZ3Wc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-1573720007025125277</id><published>2011-03-10T00:29:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T01:02:44.795+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Morris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Burne-Jones'/><title type='text'>Los prerrafaelitas en Roma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tfZWQA37pJw/TXgNgII4HJI/AAAAAAAACI4/WSddA0tdt5A/s1600/HPIM1522%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tfZWQA37pJw/TXgNgII4HJI/AAAAAAAACI4/WSddA0tdt5A/s400/HPIM1522%255B1%255D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582226583717420178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde el pasado día 24 de febrero y hasta el 12 de junio del 2011 en la Galeria Nacional de Arte Moderno de Roma se ha presentado la excposición &lt;br /&gt;dedicada a la relación entre el siglo XIX británico y el arte y la cultura italiana, de "el sabor de lo primitivo" hasta el siglo XVI, comenzando por los inspirados paisajes de Italia de William Turner, a través del estudio de John Ruskin en la pintura italiana, monumentos y la arquitectura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TfWLczvoOYA/TXgPP8cIpyI/AAAAAAAACJA/JCbLImgFgPQ/s1600/edward-burne-jones-sized%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 343px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TfWLczvoOYA/TXgPP8cIpyI/AAAAAAAACJA/JCbLImgFgPQ/s400/edward-burne-jones-sized%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582228504722319138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HK8Q7Pw9pSk/TXgPe8XU7aI/AAAAAAAACJI/kDR0RB7pDSw/s1600/cupid_450%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HK8Q7Pw9pSk/TXgPe8XU7aI/AAAAAAAACJI/kDR0RB7pDSw/s400/cupid_450%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582228762400189858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El núcleo de la exposición en Roma incluye los prerrafaelistas Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Edward Burne-Jones y William Morris. Explora la particular versión del clasicismo operado por artistas como Frederic Leighton y representantes de la cultura estética simbolista o como Albert Moore, George F. Watts y John William Waterhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0NrIj4QnP8/TXgQZm7FDcI/AAAAAAAACJQ/uUx8vc6-fr8/s1600/Rssetti%2525201%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u0NrIj4QnP8/TXgQZm7FDcI/AAAAAAAACJQ/uUx8vc6-fr8/s400/Rssetti%2525201%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582229770256846274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SKFsjHqUBmY/TXgQoSycICI/AAAAAAAACJY/gnxneJdmr7A/s1600/Beatrice_Rossetti%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SKFsjHqUBmY/TXgQoSycICI/AAAAAAAACJY/gnxneJdmr7A/s400/Beatrice_Rossetti%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582230022549938210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfg9eEVr3pk/TXgROwJYQiI/AAAAAAAACJg/dgfLom5-wtA/s1600/WilliamMorris%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yfg9eEVr3pk/TXgROwJYQiI/AAAAAAAACJg/dgfLom5-wtA/s400/WilliamMorris%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582230683265810978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V60VRa86_Q0/TXgRaPN-rhI/AAAAAAAACJo/UJ4fWd2bvrw/s1600/William_Morris_Flora_Jacquard_Woven_Tapestry%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V60VRa86_Q0/TXgRaPN-rhI/AAAAAAAACJo/UJ4fWd2bvrw/s400/William_Morris_Flora_Jacquard_Woven_Tapestry%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582230880585166354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una gran ocasión para ver a Burne-Jones, Dante G. Rossetti, William Morris y otros pintores muy interesantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hyf3izGnTsw/TXgTZBOM7qI/AAAAAAAACJw/UWJFnQaPn2o/s1600/John_William_Waterhouse_Windflower%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hyf3izGnTsw/TXgTZBOM7qI/AAAAAAAACJw/UWJFnQaPn2o/s400/John_William_Waterhouse_Windflower%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582233058671390370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John William Waterhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Od9LD9VJmlg/TXgTz4pnmlI/AAAAAAAACJ4/itcU1dNLak8/s1600/253523_Solardientedejunio.FredericLeighton%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Od9LD9VJmlg/TXgTz4pnmlI/AAAAAAAACJ4/itcU1dNLak8/s400/253523_Solardientedejunio.FredericLeighton%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582233520226933330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord Frederic Leighton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8IniAy5Nh4/TXgUc8acY0I/AAAAAAAACKA/o_P9HJTAUNw/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8IniAy5Nh4/TXgUc8acY0I/AAAAAAAACKA/o_P9HJTAUNw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582234225611662146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Frederick Watts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPpq0cB_cIE/TXgUwTR2frI/AAAAAAAACKI/HEjSF07_6IM/s1600/Albert-Moore-Midsummer-7315%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 385px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bPpq0cB_cIE/TXgUwTR2frI/AAAAAAAACKI/HEjSF07_6IM/s400/Albert-Moore-Midsummer-7315%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582234558167154354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albert Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-1573720007025125277?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1573720007025125277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=1573720007025125277' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1573720007025125277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Las obras de Holman Hunt de una marcada finalidad moral, se caracterizaban por su escrupulosa atención al detalle. Este cuadro surgió de un concurso de la Royal Academy sobre el tema "Actos de misericordia". La limitación de tamaño impuesta por la Royal Academy resultó excesiva y acabo comprando la obra Thomas Combe, uno de los principales clientes de los Prerrafaelitas.&lt;br /&gt;El cuadro de Hunt muestra muchas referencias simbólicas, la postura del misionero recuerda  la de Cristo descendiendo de la cruz y las jóvenes que lo cuidan llevan una rama de espino y una esponja, que igualmente salen en la Pasión. El cuenco de agua de la izquierda simboliza el rito del bautismo. Detrás dos niños exprimen uvas en un vaso, referencia a la Eucaristía. Al fondo de la choza hay un altar compuesto por una cruz pintada y una lámpara colgante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckx4sdqGzEA/TWAUML_iKSI/AAAAAAAACG4/M-GaBOfamXY/s1600/william%2Bhunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckx4sdqGzEA/TWAUML_iKSI/AAAAAAAACG4/M-GaBOfamXY/s400/william%2Bhunt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575478538294929698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-5191895271438469976?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5191895271438469976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=5191895271438469976' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5191895271438469976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5191895271438469976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/william-holman-hunt.html' title='William Holman Hunt'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ckx4sdqGzEA/TWAUML_iKSI/AAAAAAAACG4/M-GaBOfamXY/s72-c/william%2Bhunt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-1199499115958407524</id><published>2011-02-10T23:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T23:58:56.399+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Lindsay Windus'/><title type='text'>William Lindsay Windus (1822-1907)</title><content type='html'>Esta tela representa una escena al aire libre. La estética es prerrafaelista. Los personajes van elegantemente vestidos. Enseguida se ve que algún asunto misterioso se cierne en el ambiente. Lindsay Windus pone a sus personajes en un jardín silvestre de un amigo suyo, al fondo se divisan las colinas de Gales. La gran profundidad que ofrece la composición no resta protagonismo a la escena representada en primer plano. Está inspirada en un poema de Aldred Tennyson titulado “No vengas cuando muera”. La obra muestra a una mujer de aspecto moribundo  y frágil, destrozada por el amor, el regreso tardío del amante que cubre su rostro con el brazo como señal de lástima y quizá de remordimientos por su tardanza y engaño. Los deseos insatisfechos de la mujer de compartir tiempo con su amante se han desvanecido, ya tan solo le queda la enfermedad y la liberación por medio de la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-QK3OHr9l8/TVRnJWWW8AI/AAAAAAAACFY/IOWDJ97V7cM/s1600/William_Lindsay_Windus-Too_Late-1858%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-QK3OHr9l8/TVRnJWWW8AI/AAAAAAAACFY/IOWDJ97V7cM/s400/William_Lindsay_Windus-Too_Late-1858%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572192049279987714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demasiado tarde (Too late) 1858&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No vengas cuando cuando muera&lt;br /&gt;Come not when I am dead, Lord Alfred Tennyson.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vengas cuando esté muerto&lt;br /&gt;a derramar inocentes lágrimas sobre mi tumba,&lt;br /&gt;a pisotear alrededor de mi cabeza caída.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atormentar el infame polvo no nos salvará;&lt;br /&gt;deja que el viento me acaricie y que las aves me lloren,&lt;br /&gt;Pero tú, aléjate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niña, si esto fuera un error o un crímen,&lt;br /&gt;poco me importa, siendo mi existencia maldita:&lt;br /&gt;Enlaza tu mano con quien desees,&lt;br /&gt;pues cansado estoy del Tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;y mi único anhelo es descansar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasa, corazón débil,&lt;br /&gt;y abandona este lecho de tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Aléjate, no retornes jamás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-1199499115958407524?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1199499115958407524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=1199499115958407524' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1199499115958407524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1199499115958407524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2011/02/william-lindsay-windus-1822-1907.html' title='William Lindsay Windus (1822-1907)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6-QK3OHr9l8/TVRnJWWW8AI/AAAAAAAACFY/IOWDJ97V7cM/s72-c/William_Lindsay_Windus-Too_Late-1858%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-6224907099872550725</id><published>2011-01-28T22:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T22:24:35.291+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Lady of Shalott'/><title type='text'>The Lady of Shalott</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i-uIjUr9ADI" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video propio.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ambos lados del río se despliegan&lt;br /&gt;sembrados de cebada y de centeno&lt;br /&gt;que visten la meseta y el cielo tocan;&lt;br /&gt;y corre junto al campo la calzada&lt;br /&gt;que va hasta Camelot la de las torres;&lt;br /&gt;y va la gente en idas y venidas,&lt;br /&gt;donde los lirios crecen contemplando,&lt;br /&gt;en torno de la isla de allí abajo,&lt;br /&gt;             la isla de Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sauce palidece, tiembla el álamo,&lt;br /&gt;cae en sombras la brisa, y se estremece&lt;br /&gt;en esa ola que corre sin cesar&lt;br /&gt;a orillas de la isla por el río&lt;br /&gt;que fluye descendiendo a Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;Cuatro muros y cuatro torres grises&lt;br /&gt;dominan un lugar lleno de flores,&lt;br /&gt;y en la isla silenciosa vive oculta&lt;br /&gt;              la Dama de Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto al margen velado por los sauces&lt;br /&gt;deslízanse tiradas las gabarras&lt;br /&gt;por morosos caballos. Sin saludos,&lt;br /&gt;pasa como volando la falúa,&lt;br /&gt;con su vela de seda a Camelot:&lt;br /&gt;mas, ¿ quién la ha visto hacer un ademán&lt;br /&gt;o la ha visto asomada a la ventana?&lt;br /&gt;¿O es que es conocida en todo el reino,&lt;br /&gt;la Dama de Shalott?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo al amanecer, los segadores&lt;br /&gt;que siegan las espigas de cebada&lt;br /&gt;escuchan la canción que trae el eco&lt;br /&gt;del río que serpea, transparente,&lt;br /&gt;y que va a Camelot la de las torres.&lt;br /&gt;Y con la luna, el segador cansado,&lt;br /&gt;que apila las gavillas en la tierra,&lt;br /&gt;susurra al escucharla: «Ésa es el hada,&lt;br /&gt;la Dama de Shalott».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí está ella, que teje noche y día&lt;br /&gt;una mágica tela de colores.&lt;br /&gt;Ha escuchado un susurro que le anuncia&lt;br /&gt;que alguna horrible maldición le aguarda&lt;br /&gt;si mira en dirección a Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;No sabe qué será el encantamiento,&lt;br /&gt;y así sigue tejiendo sin parar,&lt;br /&gt;y ya sólo de eso se preocupa&lt;br /&gt;la Dama de Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y moviéndose en un límpido espejo&lt;br /&gt;que está delante de ella todo el año,&lt;br /&gt;se aparecen del mundo las tinieblas.&lt;br /&gt;Allí ve la cercana carretera&lt;br /&gt;que abajo serpea hasta Camelot:&lt;br /&gt;allí gira del río el remolino,&lt;br /&gt;y allí los más cerriles aldeanos&lt;br /&gt;y las capas encarnadas de las mozas&lt;br /&gt;pasan junto a Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces, un tropel de damiselas,&lt;br /&gt;un abad tendido en almohadones,&lt;br /&gt;un zagal con el pelo ensortijado,&lt;br /&gt;o un paje con vestido carmesí&lt;br /&gt;van hacia Camelot la de las torres.&lt;br /&gt;Y alguna vez, en el azul espejo,&lt;br /&gt;cabalgan dos a dos los caballeros:&lt;br /&gt;no tiene caballero que la sirva&lt;br /&gt;la Dama de Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero aún ella goza cuando teje&lt;br /&gt;las mágicas visiones del espejo:&lt;br /&gt;a menudo en las noches silenciosas&lt;br /&gt;un funeral con velas y penachos&lt;br /&gt;con su música iba a Camelot;&lt;br /&gt;o cuando estaba la luna en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;venían dos amantes ya casados.&lt;br /&gt;«Harta estoy de tinieblas», se decía&lt;br /&gt;la Dama de Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A un tiro de flecha de su alero&lt;br /&gt;cabalgaba él en medio de las mieses:&lt;br /&gt;venía el sol brillando entre las hojas,&lt;br /&gt;llameando en las broncíneas grebas&lt;br /&gt;del audaz y valiente Lanzarote.&lt;br /&gt;Un cruzado por siempre de rodillas&lt;br /&gt;ante una dama fulgía en su escudo&lt;br /&gt;por los remotos campos amarillos&lt;br /&gt;cercanos a Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucía libre la enjoyada brida&lt;br /&gt;como un ramal de estrellas que se ve&lt;br /&gt;prendido de la áurea galaxia.&lt;br /&gt;Sonaban los alegres cascabeles&lt;br /&gt;mientras él cabalgaba a Camelot:&lt;br /&gt;y de su heráldica trena colgaba&lt;br /&gt;un potente clarín todo de plata;&lt;br /&gt;tintineaba, al trote, su armadura&lt;br /&gt;muy cerca de Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo el azul del cielo despejado&lt;br /&gt;su silla tan lujosa refulgía&lt;br /&gt;el yelmo y la alta pluma sobre el yelmo&lt;br /&gt;como una sola llama ardían juntos&lt;br /&gt;mientras él cabalgaba a Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;Tal sucede en la noche purpúrea&lt;br /&gt;bajo constelaciones luminosas,&lt;br /&gt;un barbado meteoro se aproxima&lt;br /&gt;a la quieta Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su clara frente al sol resplandecía,&lt;br /&gt;montado en su corcel de hermosos cascos;&lt;br /&gt;pendían de debajo de su yelmo&lt;br /&gt;sus bucles que eran negros cual tizones&lt;br /&gt;mientras él cabalgaba a Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;Al pasar por la orilla y junto al río&lt;br /&gt;brillaba en el espejo de cristal.&lt;br /&gt;«Tiroliro», por la margen del río&lt;br /&gt;cantaba Lanzarote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella dejó el paño, dejó el telar,&lt;br /&gt;a través de la estancia dio tres pasos,&lt;br /&gt;vio que su lirio de agua florecía,&lt;br /&gt;contempló el yelmo y contempló la pluma,&lt;br /&gt;dirigió su mirada a Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;Salió volando el hilo por los aires,&lt;br /&gt;de lado a lado se quebró el espejo.&lt;br /&gt;«Es ésta ya la maldición», gritó&lt;br /&gt;la Dama de Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al soplo huracanado del levante,&lt;br /&gt;los bosques sin color languidecían;&lt;br /&gt;las aguas lamentábanse en la orilla;&lt;br /&gt;con un cielo plomizo y bajo, estaba&lt;br /&gt;lloviendo en Camelot la de las torres.&lt;br /&gt;Ella descendió y encontró una barca&lt;br /&gt;bajo un sauce flotando entre las aguas,&lt;br /&gt;y en torno de la proa dejó escrito&lt;br /&gt;La Dama de Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a través de la niebla, río abajo,&lt;br /&gt;cual temerario vidente en un trance&lt;br /&gt;que ve todos sus propios infortunios,&lt;br /&gt;vidriada la expresión de su semblante,&lt;br /&gt;dirigió su mirada a Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;Y luego, a la caída de la tarde,&lt;br /&gt;retiró la cadena y se tendió;&lt;br /&gt;muy lejos la arrastró el ancho caudal,&lt;br /&gt;la Dama de Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Echada, toda de un níveo blanco&lt;br /&gt;que flotaba a los lados libremente&lt;br /&gt;—leves hojas cayendo sobre ella—,&lt;br /&gt;a través de los ruidos de la noche&lt;br /&gt;fue deslizándose hasta Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;Y en tanto que la barca serpeaba&lt;br /&gt;entre cerros de sauces y sembrados,&lt;br /&gt;cantar la oyeron su canción postrera,&lt;br /&gt;la Dama de Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyeron un himno doliente y sacro&lt;br /&gt;cantado en alto, cantado quedamente,&lt;br /&gt;hasta que se heló su sangre despacio&lt;br /&gt;y sus ojos se nublaron del todo&lt;br /&gt;vueltos a Camelot la de las torres.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando llegaba ya con la corriente&lt;br /&gt;a la primera casa junto al agua,&lt;br /&gt;cantando su canción, ella murió,&lt;br /&gt;la Dama de Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por debajo de torres y balcones,&lt;br /&gt;junto a muros de calles y jardines,&lt;br /&gt;su forma resplandeciente flotaba,&lt;br /&gt;su mortal palidez entre las casas,&lt;br /&gt;ya silenciosamente en Camelot.&lt;br /&gt;Viniendo de los muelles se acercaron&lt;br /&gt;caballero y burgués, señor y dama,&lt;br /&gt;y su nombre leyeron en la proa,&lt;br /&gt;La Dama de Shalott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién es ésta? ¿Y qué es lo que hace aquí?&lt;br /&gt;Y en el cercano palacio encendido&lt;br /&gt;se extinguió la alegría cortesana,&lt;br /&gt;y llenos de temor se santiguaron&lt;br /&gt;en Camelot los caballeros todos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero quedó pensativo Lanzarote;&lt;br /&gt;luego dijo: «Tiene un hermoso rostro;&lt;br /&gt;que Dios se apiade de ella, en su clemencia,&lt;br /&gt;la Dama de Shalott».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Tennyson&lt;div 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Shalott'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/i-uIjUr9ADI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-2663832450918052716</id><published>2011-01-25T18:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:36:00.338+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Siddal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti como modelo</title><content type='html'>Varios cuadros de los que formaron la Hermandad Prerrafaelita pueden apreciarse compñaeros haciendo de modelos. En esta ocasión son tres en los que se puede ver a Rossetti posando, para William Holman Hunt, Walter Howell Deverell y Ford Madox Brown. En la obra de Dewerell también está Elizabeth Siddal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TT8TXff5N5I/AAAAAAAACDo/Y4OcN6Jxbj8/s1600/Animazione16.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TT8TXff5N5I/AAAAAAAACDo/Y4OcN6Jxbj8/s400/Animazione16.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566188958766413714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Holman Hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TT8TQE4LwPI/AAAAAAAACDg/4HaB5e5_BQc/s1600/Animazione15.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TT8TQE4LwPI/AAAAAAAACDg/4HaB5e5_BQc/s400/Animazione15.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566188831361450226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Howell Deverell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TT8THXsQcvI/AAAAAAAACDY/lR0qa7AiuyU/s1600/Animazione13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TT8THXsQcvI/AAAAAAAACDY/lR0qa7AiuyU/s400/Animazione13.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566188681792877298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ford Madox Brown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-2663832450918052716?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2663832450918052716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=2663832450918052716' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2663832450918052716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2663832450918052716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2011/01/dante-gabriel-rossetti-como-modelo.html' title='Dante Gabriel Rossetti como modelo'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TT8TXff5N5I/AAAAAAAACDo/Y4OcN6Jxbj8/s72-c/Animazione16.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-5641964987429158296</id><published>2010-12-10T18:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T19:00:36.828+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti -Ecce Ancilla Domini!-(La Anunciación) 1849/1850</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TQJqrrQXy_I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/A1OnfhisYnI/s1600/anunciacionroseti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TQJqrrQXy_I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/A1OnfhisYnI/s400/anunciacionroseti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549114989452184562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rossetti aquí enseña su particular forma de plasmar la Anunciación, mucho más realista. En ella casi siemre solemos ver a una Virgen contemplativa, mientras que Rossetti nos la enseña de muy diferente manera, como recién levantada. El blanco virginal es el color que domina la escena. En esta ocasión los modelos fueron su hermano William y su hermana Christina. Rossetti tuvo problemas para plasmar en el oleo las llamas que salen de los pies del ángel anunciador.&lt;br /&gt;Como tantas otras, esta obra fue muy criticada en su momento, decían que era un ejemplo de perversión del talento, algo que en auqel tiempo había progresado mucho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-5641964987429158296?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5641964987429158296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=5641964987429158296' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5641964987429158296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5641964987429158296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2010/12/dante-gabriel-rossetti-ecce-ancilla.html' title='Dante Gabriel Rossetti -Ecce Ancilla Domini!-(La Anunciación) 1849/1850'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TQJqrrQXy_I/AAAAAAAAB7Y/A1OnfhisYnI/s72-c/anunciacionroseti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-1384822499224966844</id><published>2010-08-31T17:21:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T18:25:32.399+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn de Morgan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Morris Burden'/><title type='text'>Evelyn de Morgan  y Jane Burden Morris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TH0p9krr6gI/AAAAAAAABp0/tZGFyf66Rj4/s1600/435px-The_Hour-Glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TH0p9krr6gI/AAAAAAAABp0/tZGFyf66Rj4/s400/435px-The_Hour-Glass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511607656767023618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hour glass (1904-1905)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TH0kDMUwu8I/AAAAAAAABps/2joz4llWRcI/s1600/Jane%2520Morris_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TH0kDMUwu8I/AAAAAAAABps/2joz4llWRcI/s400/Jane%2520Morris_photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511601156237867970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Burden Morris fotografiada en su juventud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TH0iQTZAY8I/AAAAAAAABpk/IYxm2ry4qfY/s1600/morgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TH0iQTZAY8I/AAAAAAAABpk/IYxm2ry4qfY/s400/morgan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511599182449763266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retrato de Jane Morris (1904)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En 1904 Evelyn de Morgan hizo un retrato de Jane Burden Morris, una de las musas prerrafaelitas, esposa de William Morris y amante de Dante Gabriel Rossetti. El retrato está hecho sobre papel marrón, diez años antes de que falleciera Jane Morris. En aquel momento tenía 65 y aún guardaba una serena belleza. En estos momentos el cuadro no se puede visitar, pues la Foundation De Morgan está cerrada en espera de abrir en otro edificio.&lt;br /&gt;De Morgan, poco después (1904-1905) volvió a elegir a Jane Morris, la obra se llamaba "The Hour Glass". En él se ve a una mayor Jane Morris en el papel de una reina sombría  sentada en un trono, con las manos descansando sobre un reloj de arena. La imagen es una alegoría del paso del tiempo, y en muchos sentidos marca el final de siglo, y el final de la época prerrafaelita. Esta obra también está en la De Morgan  Foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En especial para Amalia:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-1384822499224966844?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1384822499224966844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=1384822499224966844' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1384822499224966844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1384822499224966844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2010/08/evelyn-de-morgan-retrato-de-jane-burden.html' title='Evelyn de Morgan  y Jane Burden Morris'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TH0p9krr6gI/AAAAAAAABp0/tZGFyf66Rj4/s72-c/435px-The_Hour-Glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-1678143363739477920</id><published>2010-06-11T00:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:54:05.841+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frederick Sandys'/><title type='text'>Frederick Sandys -Vivien-</title><content type='html'>Este cuadro se puede admirar en la Manchester Art Gallery. Data del año 1863. En las obras de Sandys se ve reflejada la obra de Edgar Allan Poe, Alfred Tennyson y Burne-Jones. "Vivien" está plagada de simbolismo. La rosa marchita en su mano izquierda (que no se puede ver en la imagen) significa el amor perdido, las plumas de pavo real simbolizan la lujuria y la manzana la tentación. El cuadro puede recordar a algunas obras de Rosssetti.                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TBFrH5B9afI/AAAAAAAABiI/tuSCESkPKis/s1600/10435_138019527347_29023962347_2452468_4986304_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TBFrH5B9afI/AAAAAAAABiI/tuSCESkPKis/s400/10435_138019527347_29023962347_2452468_4986304_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481280004798900722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-1678143363739477920?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1678143363739477920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=1678143363739477920' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1678143363739477920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1678143363739477920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2010/06/frederick-sandys-vivien.html' title='Frederick Sandys -Vivien-'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/TBFrH5B9afI/AAAAAAAABiI/tuSCESkPKis/s72-c/10435_138019527347_29023962347_2452468_4986304_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-1632127363474722376</id><published>2010-05-06T21:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T07:17:40.354+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anne François Louis Janmot'/><title type='text'>Anne François Louis Janmot</title><content type='html'>Anne-François-Louis Janmot nació en  Lyon  el 21 mayo 1814 de padres muy religiosos. Le marcaron mucho las muertes de sus hermanos  fallecidos en 1823 y 1829 respectivamente.&lt;br /&gt;Estudió en la universidad de Lyon.  En 1831 fue admitido en la École des Beaux-Arts de Lyon.  En 1833, llegó a París para tomar clases de pintura de Víctor Orsel y Auguste-Dominique Ingres. En 1835, fue a Roma y allí conoció a Hippolyte Flandrin.&lt;br /&gt;Volvió a Lyon en 1836. Llamó  la atención de los críticos del Salón de París. Con su pintura  “Flores de los campos” le permitió el acceso al Salón. Los críticos también quedaron impresionados por su “Retrato de Lacordaire “ en 1846,  Pero el fracaso de su” Poema del alma”  en la Exposición Universal de 1855 le decepcionó.  En diciembre de ese año se casó con Leonie Saint-Paulet,, con la que tuvo siete hijos.&lt;br /&gt;En el año 1861 volvió a trasladarse a París para hacer un encargo en la iglesia de San Agustín, pero este proyecto se abandonó tres años después.&lt;br /&gt;Teniendo muchos problemas económicos aceptó una cátedra en la Escuela Dominicana de Arcueil. en su casa de Bagneux hizo muchos cuadros a familiares de los cuales en la actualidad solo quedan fotografías.&lt;br /&gt;Después del nacimiento de su séptimo hijo en agosto de 1870, su esposa murió en Bagneux.  Mientras las tropas prusianas se acercó y ocupó su casa, huyó a Argel con su padrastro e hizo pinturas de paisajes. Volvió en junio del año siguiente a París y llevó una vida solitaria.  Su casa en Bagneux había sido saqueada. Frente a la familia y los crecientes problemas financieros, Janmot llegó a Toulon , y pese a algunos encargos (nuevo retrato de Lacordaire (1878, Museo de Versalles), Rosaire ( Saint-Germain-en-Laye , 1880), El martirio de Santa Cristina ( Solliès -Pont , 1882), vivió una vida retirada.&lt;br /&gt;En 1885, se casó con una  antigua alumno&lt;br /&gt;a, Antoinette Currat, y regresó en Lyon.  Hizo dibujos en carboncillo sobre el tema del bajo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Su estilo se ve como la transición  entre el romanticismo y el simbolismo. Su pintura tiene paralelismo con obra de sus contemporáneos los Nazarenos y los Prerrafaelistas.&lt;br /&gt;Murió a los 78 años el 1 junio 1892.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video propio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9B5xErMYfHE&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9B5xErMYfHE&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-1632127363474722376?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1632127363474722376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=1632127363474722376' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1632127363474722376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1632127363474722376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2010/05/anne-francois-louis-janmot.html' title='Anne François Louis Janmot'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-5929969080942537591</id><published>2010-01-03T23:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:52:02.590+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walter Howell Deverell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>John Everett Millais -Cristo en casa de sus padres-</title><content type='html'>Obra ejecutada entre 1849 y 1850. El intento de ambientar  de manera realista a la Sagrada Familia en el taller de un carpintero suscitó un gran escándalo. Charles Dickens asoció la imagen de la virgen con la de un ser monstruoso. Pero la opinión pública no pudo evitar  apreciar la maestría del artista a la hora de pintar cada detalle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/S0EfdxyRCkI/AAAAAAAABCM/Sp-qlls1yYQ/s1600-h/millais-christus_im_hause_seiner_eltern.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/S0EfdxyRCkI/AAAAAAAABCM/Sp-qlls1yYQ/s400/millais-christus_im_hause_seiner_eltern.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422650022771624514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-5929969080942537591?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5929969080942537591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=5929969080942537591' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5929969080942537591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5929969080942537591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2010/01/john-everett-millais-cristo-en-casa-de.html' title='John Everett Millais -Cristo en casa de sus padres-'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/S0EfdxyRCkI/AAAAAAAABCM/Sp-qlls1yYQ/s72-c/millais-christus_im_hause_seiner_eltern.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-7532023880949961179</id><published>2009-12-10T22:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:54:11.391+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti: La adolescencia de María</title><content type='html'>Se realizó entre 1848 y 1849. Fue la primera obra en que además de la firma de Rossetti aparecen las siglas PRB.Las dos mujeres que sirvieron para modelos fueron la hermana y la madre del pintor. Para San Jaoquin posó un empleado de la familia llamado "Old Williams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SyFt6MR0wOI/AAAAAAAAA9E/jp00Sg-z5HA/s1600-h/dante+gabriele+rossetti+la+adolescencia+de+mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SyFt6MR0wOI/AAAAAAAAA9E/jp00Sg-z5HA/s400/dante+gabriele+rossetti+la+adolescencia+de+mar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413729073571872994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-7532023880949961179?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7532023880949961179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=7532023880949961179' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7532023880949961179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7532023880949961179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/12/dante-gabriel-rossetti-la-adolescencia.html' title='Dante Gabriel Rossetti: La adolescencia de María'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SyFt6MR0wOI/AAAAAAAAA9E/jp00Sg-z5HA/s72-c/dante+gabriele+rossetti+la+adolescencia+de+mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-2949548659885846097</id><published>2009-11-29T23:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:35:40.458+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evelyn de Morgan'/><title type='text'>Evelyn de Morgan</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/olbF4DCujrs&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/olbF4DCujrs&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-2949548659885846097?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2949548659885846097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=2949548659885846097' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2949548659885846097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2949548659885846097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/evelyn-de-morgan.html' title='Evelyn de Morgan'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-3663773350399191386</id><published>2009-11-14T16:08:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T16:20:19.069+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PBR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>Desperate romantics</title><content type='html'>Desperate Romantics se estrenó el pasado 21 de Julio en la BBC  y cuenta con 6 episodios inspirados en la obra " Desperate Romantics: The Private Lives of the Pre-Raphaelites " de Franny Moyle. En ella se nos describen las andanzas de tres jovencísimos Rossetti, Hunt y Millais en su etapa más genuina y antiacademicista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para bajarse la serie: http://ineedfile.com/romantics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sv7KbHKIk8I/AAAAAAAAA4o/eZmifNFsxIE/s1600-h/kinopoisk_ru-Desperate-Romantics-996368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sv7KbHKIk8I/AAAAAAAAA4o/eZmifNFsxIE/s400/kinopoisk_ru-Desperate-Romantics-996368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403979170018005954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sv7KPmDwuGI/AAAAAAAAA4g/t6bDswiHdHI/s1600-h/kinopoisk_ru-Desperate-Romantics-996348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sv7KPmDwuGI/AAAAAAAAA4g/t6bDswiHdHI/s400/kinopoisk_ru-Desperate-Romantics-996348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403978972154345570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sv7KGRkx7cI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/jSoWWcAAy34/s1600-h/kinopoisk_ru-Desperate-Romantics-996327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sv7KGRkx7cI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/jSoWWcAAy34/s400/kinopoisk_ru-Desperate-Romantics-996327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403978812036869570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sv7JnM38UZI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/0RJT8DrH_vU/s1600-h/47165864_kinopoisk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sv7JnM38UZI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/0RJT8DrH_vU/s400/47165864_kinopoisk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403978278199120274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sv7JhTmTg1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/A9idHgSCwyk/s1600-h/47165840_kinopoisk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sv7JhTmTg1I/AAAAAAAAA4I/A9idHgSCwyk/s400/47165840_kinopoisk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403978176924975954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-3663773350399191386?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3663773350399191386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=3663773350399191386' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/3663773350399191386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/3663773350399191386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/11/desperate-romantics.html' title='Desperate romantics'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sv7KbHKIk8I/AAAAAAAAA4o/eZmifNFsxIE/s72-c/kinopoisk_ru-Desperate-Romantics-996368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-7866138569139775885</id><published>2009-10-21T23:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:22:41.529+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PBR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Everett Millais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>John Everett Millais "The rescue" (El rescate) 1855</title><content type='html'>A Millais le vino la inspiración viendo un incendio en Ponchester Terrace, por otro lado, él decía que "los soldados y los marinos ya habían sdo enzalcados mil veces, así que en su próximo cuadro habría bomberos. Millais hablaba de la moda que en aquellos momentos imperaba&lt;br /&gt;Quemó madera en su estudio y halló el efecto colcocando un cristal entre la ventana y los modelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/St95D6E-nNI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Z17wRRvjRiQ/s1600-h/Millais_Rescue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/St95D6E-nNI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Z17wRRvjRiQ/s400/Millais_Rescue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395163986649849042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-7866138569139775885?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7866138569139775885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=7866138569139775885' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7866138569139775885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7866138569139775885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/10/john-everett-millais-rescue-el-rescate.html' title='John Everett Millais &quot;The rescue&quot; (El rescate) 1855'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/St95D6E-nNI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Z17wRRvjRiQ/s72-c/Millais_Rescue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-3421187727213444812</id><published>2009-09-02T00:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:42:12.768+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Holman Hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>William Hunt "Valentine Rescuing Sylvia from Proteus" (Valentino rescata a Silvia de Proteo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sp2izZut-qI/AAAAAAAAA0M/IzGf9NrWh3Q/s1600-h/800px-William_Holman_Hunt_-_Valentine_Rescuing_Sylvia_from_Proteus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sp2izZut-qI/AAAAAAAAA0M/IzGf9NrWh3Q/s400/800px-William_Holman_Hunt_-_Valentine_Rescuing_Sylvia_from_Proteus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376632534114106018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este cuadro se pintó entre 1850-1851. La modelo que inmortaliza a Silvia es Elizabeth Siddal. El modelo para Valentino fue James Lennox Hannay. La obra representa la cuarta escena del quinto acto de la obra de William Shakespeare "Los dos gentilhombres de Verona"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-3421187727213444812?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3421187727213444812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=3421187727213444812' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/3421187727213444812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/3421187727213444812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/09/william-hunt-valentine-rescuing-sylvia.html' title='William Hunt &quot;Valentine Rescuing Sylvia from Proteus&quot; (Valentino rescata a Silvia de Proteo)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sp2izZut-qI/AAAAAAAAA0M/IzGf9NrWh3Q/s72-c/800px-William_Holman_Hunt_-_Valentine_Rescuing_Sylvia_from_Proteus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-4341718519240970102</id><published>2009-06-14T20:18:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:22:58.490+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Siddal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las modelos del prerrafaelismo'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth Siddal, sus obras</title><content type='html'>Eleanor Elizabeth Siddal nació en Londres el 25 de Julio de 1829.&lt;br /&gt;Era una mujer muy hermosa lo que la llevó muy pronto a ser modelo para los artistas. Pasó a la historia como Lizzy, nombre cariñoso, junto con el nombre Guggums, que le dieron los artistas de la Hermandad de los Prerrafaelistas.&lt;br /&gt;La introdujo en la Hermandad Prerrafaelista Walter H. Deverell en 1850 para su cuadro Twelfth Night retratada como Viola. La conoció en la sombrerería Cranbourne Alley en Leicester Square donde ella trabajaba, se quedó muy impresionado por su aspecto y, cuando ella aceptó a posar para su cuadro, la vida de todos ellos cambió. Poseía una belleza "gótica", según el ideal de la Hermandad Prerrafaelista: una pura frente centrada por la raya del peinado, una nariz recta, una boca pequeña y firme, una barbilla voluptuosa y un precioso y largo cabellorojizo. &lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth no tenía formación artística alguna y comenzó a realizar dibujos y a pintar bajo la atenta mirada de su maestro y amante Rossetti. Fue la musa de la Hermandad y durante mucho tiempo el centro de atención de aquellos artistas. Encarnaba los valores formales que ellos intentaban plasmar en sus cuadros con su pálida piel y su cabello cobrizo. Con el tiempo, Rossetti pasó a ejercer total posesión sobre ella. La custodiaba celosamente, y la trataba con exquisitez. Por mediación de Rossetti, Siddal llegó a conocer a Ford Madox Brown y a Ruskin, y éste último se convirtió en su patrón en 1855 comprando todos los dibujos que ella hacía a la vez que la ayudaba a comprar los medicamentos que necesitaba para su precaria salud. Pero el año 1858 enfermó muy gravemente y tuvo que dejar de pintar. Era de constitución débil y su estado de salud se resintió mucho al posar durante muchas horas dentro de una bañera de agua fría completamente vestida en el número 83 de Gower Street en Londres en el invierno de 1852 para el cuadro Ophelia, del pintor prerrafaelista Millais. Enfermiza desde entonces pasó largas temporadas en los balnearios y junto a ella, Rossetti. &lt;br /&gt;A pesar de las infidelidades que ya sufría por parte de Dante Gabriel Rossetti se casó con él el día 23 de mayo de 1860 en la iglesia de St. Clement y se fueron a París y a Boulogne de luna de miel. Fue una época agridulce pues comenzó a ser adicta al láudano (se cree que sufría anorexia y que le fue recetado el láudano para curarse) y, además, su marido, aunque la amaba profundamente, siguió manteniendo relaciones extramatrimoniales. Para hundirla más aún, el 2 de mayo de 1861 su única hija nació muerta. Para entonces su mente estaba muy torturaday el 11 de febrero de 1862 se suicidó tomando una  sobredosis de láudano a la edad de 32 años. Se cree que su marido estaba con una de sus amantes, Fanny Cornforth, la noche que ella tomó la sobredosis. Su marido, en un acto romántico sepultó junto a su cadáver los manuscritos de todos los poemas que él había escrito, en el cementerio de Highgate de Londres. &lt;br /&gt;Siete años más tarde su cuerpo fue exhumado  para poder recuperar los manuscritos que habían enterrado junto a ella. La carrera de Rosetti se hundía y viéndole desesperado su agente le convenció para que recuperara los poemas. Fue dado el permiso de exhumación con la condición  de que fuera realizada por la noche para no perturbar a los visitantes. A la luz de las antorchas se excavó la tumba y se abrió el ataúd. &lt;br /&gt;El cuñado de Elizabeth, William Michael Rossetti, consiguió imprimir los quince poemas que ella había escrito en su corta vida pero de manera poco sistemática en 1906. No fue hasta 1978 que Roger C. Lewis y Mark Samuels Lasner los recogieron y publicaron, después de una gran época ignorados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_gv9EDqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3AS-7W6yULY/s1600-h/siddal15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_gv9EDqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3AS-7W6yULY/s400/siddal15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347249964433280674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_ctbKxoI/AAAAAAAAAzU/nN9puSWG0N0/s1600-h/siddal11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_ctbKxoI/AAAAAAAAAzU/nN9puSWG0N0/s400/siddal11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347249895034766978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_XGrcL1I/AAAAAAAAAzM/s_cyI2Oa9gk/s1600-h/siddal10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_XGrcL1I/AAAAAAAAAzM/s_cyI2Oa9gk/s400/siddal10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347249798734688082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_QKxFneI/AAAAAAAAAzE/YjHCUPe798g/s1600-h/siddal8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_QKxFneI/AAAAAAAAAzE/YjHCUPe798g/s400/siddal8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347249679573032418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_KSHB7aI/AAAAAAAAAy8/N4_XVChgjw8/s1600-h/siddal5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_KSHB7aI/AAAAAAAAAy8/N4_XVChgjw8/s400/siddal5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347249578464898466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_FKC0N3I/AAAAAAAAAy0/djfzkmc36PQ/s1600-h/siddal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_FKC0N3I/AAAAAAAAAy0/djfzkmc36PQ/s400/siddal2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347249490400393074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-4341718519240970102?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/4341718519240970102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=4341718519240970102' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/4341718519240970102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/4341718519240970102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/06/elizabeth-siddal-sus-obras.html' title='Elizabeth Siddal, sus obras'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SjU_gv9EDqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3AS-7W6yULY/s72-c/siddal15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-4666508961200482561</id><published>2009-05-27T19:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:19:19.499+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Everett Millais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>John Everett Millais -Isabella- (1848/1849)</title><content type='html'>Esta es la primera obra que Millais expuso en la Royal Academy, así mismo fue la primera firmada con las sigls de la hermandad "PRB" (Se puede apreciar en el taburete donde está sentada Isabella, en la parte inferior)&lt;br /&gt;La pintura está inspirada en un poema de John Keats fechado en 1820 "The Pot of Basil" este, a su vez se inspiró en una obra de Boccaccio.&lt;br /&gt;El cuadro explica la violenta oposición de los hermanos de Isabella respecto al amor que le une a Lorenzo (el que será causa de su muerte)Un hermano lo expresa pegando un puntapie al perro que Isabella acaricia dulcemente. En la obra se reconocen las caras de los hermanos Rossetti, F.G. Stephens (amigo de Millais) y Walter Deverell.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sh2QNxhKj_I/AAAAAAAAAtY/nQQwaiTJNTM/s1600-h/John+Everett+Millais+Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sh2QNxhKj_I/AAAAAAAAAtY/nQQwaiTJNTM/s400/John+Everett+Millais+Isabella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340583299436417010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pot of Basil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair Isabella, poor simple Isabella! &lt;br /&gt;Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s eye! &lt;br /&gt;They could not in the self-same mansion dwell &lt;br /&gt;Without some stir of heart, some malady; &lt;br /&gt;They could not sit at meals but feel how well &lt;br /&gt;It soothed each to be the other by; &lt;br /&gt;They could not, sure, beneath the same roof sleep &lt;br /&gt;But to each other dream, and nightly weep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every morn their love grew tenderer, &lt;br /&gt;With every eve deeper and tenderer still; &lt;br /&gt;He might not in house, field, or garden stir, &lt;br /&gt;But her full shape would all his seeing fill; &lt;br /&gt;And his continual voice was pleasanter &lt;br /&gt;To her, than noise of trees or hidden rill; &lt;br /&gt;Her lute-string gave an echo of his name, &lt;br /&gt;She spoilt her half-done broidery with the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew whose gentle hand was at the latch, &lt;br /&gt;Before the door had given her to his eyes; &lt;br /&gt;And from her chamber-window he would catch &lt;br /&gt;Her beauty farther than the falcon spies; &lt;br /&gt;And constant as her vespers would he watch, &lt;br /&gt;Because her face was turn’d to the same skies; &lt;br /&gt;And with sick longing all the night outwear, &lt;br /&gt;To hear her morning-step upon the stair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole long month of May in this sad plight &lt;br /&gt;Made their cheeks paler by the break of June: &lt;br /&gt;«To morrow will I bow to my delight, &lt;br /&gt;«To morrow will I ask my lady’s boon.» - &lt;br /&gt;«O may I never see another night, &lt;br /&gt;«Lorenzo, if thy lips breathe not love’s tune.» - &lt;br /&gt;So spake they to their pillows; but, alas, &lt;br /&gt;Honeyless days and days did he let pass; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until sweet Isabella’s untouch’d cheek &lt;br /&gt;Fell sick within the rose’s just domain, &lt;br /&gt;Fell thin as a young mother’s, who doth seek &lt;br /&gt;By every lull to cool her infant’s pain: &lt;br /&gt;«How ill she is,» said he, «I may not speak, &lt;br /&gt;«And yet I will, and tell my love all plain: &lt;br /&gt;«If looks speak love-laws, I will drink her tears, &lt;br /&gt;«And at the least ’twill startle off her cares.» &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So said he one fair morning, and all day &lt;br /&gt;His heart beat awfully against his side; &lt;br /&gt;And to his heart he inwardly did pray &lt;br /&gt;For power to speak; but still the ruddy tide &lt;br /&gt;Stifled his voice, and puls’d resolve away - &lt;br /&gt;Fever’d his high conceit of such a bride, &lt;br /&gt;Yet brought him to the meekness of a child: &lt;br /&gt;Alas! when passion is both meek and wild! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once more he had wak’d and anguished &lt;br /&gt;A dreary night of love and misery, &lt;br /&gt;If Isabel’s quick eye had not been wed &lt;br /&gt;To every symbol on his forehead high; &lt;br /&gt;She saw it waxing very pale and dead, &lt;br /&gt;And straight all flush’d; so, lisped tenderly, &lt;br /&gt;«Lorenzo!» - here she ceas’d her timid quest, &lt;br /&gt;But in her tone and look he read the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«O Isabella, I can half perceive &lt;br /&gt;«That I may speak my grief into thine ear; &lt;br /&gt;«If thou didst ever any thing believe, &lt;br /&gt;«Believe how I love thee, believe how near &lt;br /&gt;«My soul is to its doom: I would not grieve &lt;br /&gt;«Thy hand by unwelcome pressing, would not fear &lt;br /&gt;«Thine eyes by gazing; but I cannot live &lt;br /&gt;«Another night, and not my passion shrive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Love! thou art leading me from wintry cold, &lt;br /&gt;«Lady! thou leadest me to summer clime, &lt;br /&gt;«And I must taste the blossoms that unfold &lt;br /&gt;«In its ripe warmth this gracious morning time.» &lt;br /&gt;So said, his erewhile timid lips grew bold, &lt;br /&gt;And poesied with hers in dewy rhyme: &lt;br /&gt;Great bliss was with them, and great happiness &lt;br /&gt;Grew, like a lusty flower in June’s caress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting they seem’d to tread upon the air, &lt;br /&gt;Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart &lt;br /&gt;Only to meet again more close, and share &lt;br /&gt;The inward fragrance of each other’s heart. &lt;br /&gt;She, to her chamber gone, a ditty fair &lt;br /&gt;Sang, of delicious love and honey’d dart; &lt;br /&gt;He with light steps went up a western hill, &lt;br /&gt;And bade the sun farewell, and joy’d his fill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All close they met again, before the dusk &lt;br /&gt;Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil, &lt;br /&gt;All close they met, all eves, before the dusk &lt;br /&gt;Had taken from the stars its pleasant veil, &lt;br /&gt;Close in a bower of hyacinth and musk, &lt;br /&gt;Unknown of any, free from whispering tale. &lt;br /&gt;Ah! better had it been for ever so, &lt;br /&gt;Than idle ears should pleasure in their woe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were they unhappy then? - It cannot be - &lt;br /&gt;Too many tears for lovers have been shed, &lt;br /&gt;Too many sighs give we to them in fee, &lt;br /&gt;Too much of pity after they are dead, &lt;br /&gt;Too many doleful stories do we see, &lt;br /&gt;Whose matter in bright gold were best be read; &lt;br /&gt;Except in such a page where Theseus’ spouse &lt;br /&gt;Over the pathless waves towards him bows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, for the general award of love, &lt;br /&gt;The little sweet doth kill much bitterness; &lt;br /&gt;Though Dido silent is in under-grove, &lt;br /&gt;And Isabella’s was a great distress, &lt;br /&gt;Though young Lorenzo in warm Indian clove &lt;br /&gt;Was not embalm’d, this truth is not the less - &lt;br /&gt;Even bees, the little almsmen of spring-bowers, &lt;br /&gt;Know there is richest juice in poison-flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her two brothers this fair lady dwelt, &lt;br /&gt;Enriched from ancestral merchandize, &lt;br /&gt;And for them many a weary hand did swelt &lt;br /&gt;In torched mines and noisy factories, &lt;br /&gt;And many once proud-quiver’d loins did melt &lt;br /&gt;In blood from stinging whip; - with hollow eyes &lt;br /&gt;Many all day in dazzling river stood, &lt;br /&gt;To take the rich-ored driftings of the flood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For them the Ceylon diver held his breath, &lt;br /&gt;And went all naked to the hungry shark; &lt;br /&gt;For them his ears gush’d blood; for them in death &lt;br /&gt;The seal on the cold ice with piteous bark &lt;br /&gt;Lay full of darts; for them alone did seethe &lt;br /&gt;A thousand men in troubles wide and dark: &lt;br /&gt;Half-ignorant, they turn’d an easy wheel, &lt;br /&gt;That set sharp racks at work, to pinch and peel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XVI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why were they proud? Because their marble founts &lt;br /&gt;Gush’d with more pride than do a wretch’s tears? - &lt;br /&gt;Why were they proud? Because fair orange-mounts &lt;br /&gt;Were of more soft ascent than lazar stairs? - &lt;br /&gt;Why were they proud? Because red-lin’d accounts &lt;br /&gt;Were richer than the songs of Grecian years? - &lt;br /&gt;Why were they proud? again we ask aloud, &lt;br /&gt;Why in the name of Glory were they proud? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XVII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet were these Florentines as self-retired &lt;br /&gt;In hungry pride and gainful cowardice, 130 &lt;br /&gt;As two close Hebrews in that land inspired, &lt;br /&gt;Paled in and vineyarded from beggar-spies, &lt;br /&gt;The hawks of ship-mast forests - the untired &lt;br /&gt;And pannier’d mules for ducats and old lies - &lt;br /&gt;Quick cat’s-paws on the generous stray-away, - &lt;br /&gt;Great wits in Spanish, Tuscan, and Malay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XVIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was it these same ledger-men could spy &lt;br /&gt;Fair Isabella in her downy nest? &lt;br /&gt;How could they find out in Lorenzo’s eye &lt;br /&gt;A straying from his toil? Hot Egypt’s pest &lt;br /&gt;Into their vision covetous and sly! &lt;br /&gt;How could these money-bags see east and west? - &lt;br /&gt;Yet so they did - and every dealer fair &lt;br /&gt;Must see behind, as doth the hunted hare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O eloquent and famed Boccaccio! &lt;br /&gt;Of thee we now should ask forgiving boon, &lt;br /&gt;And of thy spicy myrtles as they blow, &lt;br /&gt;And of thy roses amorous of the moon, &lt;br /&gt;And of thy lilies, that do paler grow &lt;br /&gt;Now they can no more hear thy ghittern’s tune, &lt;br /&gt;For venturing syllables that ill beseem &lt;br /&gt;The quiet glooms of such a piteous theme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant thou a pardon here, and then the tale &lt;br /&gt;Shall move on soberly, as it is meet; &lt;br /&gt;There is no other crime, no mad assail &lt;br /&gt;To make old prose in modern rhyme more sweet: &lt;br /&gt;But it is done - succeed the verse or fail - &lt;br /&gt;To honour thee, and thy gone spirit greet; &lt;br /&gt;To stead thee as a verse in English tongue, &lt;br /&gt;An echo of thee in the north-wind sung. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These brethren having found by many signs &lt;br /&gt;What love Lorenzo for their sister had, &lt;br /&gt;And how she lov’d him too, each unconfines &lt;br /&gt;His bitter thoughts to other, well nigh mad &lt;br /&gt;That he, the servant of their trade designs, &lt;br /&gt;Should in their sister’s love be blithe and glad, &lt;br /&gt;When ’twas their plan to coax her by degrees &lt;br /&gt;To some high noble and his olive-trees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And many a jealous conference had they, &lt;br /&gt;And many times they bit their lips alone, &lt;br /&gt;Before they fix’d upon a surest way &lt;br /&gt;To make the youngster for his crime atone; &lt;br /&gt;And at the last, these men of cruel clay &lt;br /&gt;Cut Mercy with a sharp knife to the bone; &lt;br /&gt;For they resolved in some forest dim &lt;br /&gt;To kill Lorenzo, and there bury him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a pleasant morning, as he leant &lt;br /&gt;Into the sun-rise, o’er the balustrade &lt;br /&gt;Of the garden-terrace, towards him they bent &lt;br /&gt;Their footing through the dews; and to him said, &lt;br /&gt;«You seem there in the quiet of content, &lt;br /&gt;«Lorenzo, and we are most loth to invade &lt;br /&gt;«Calm speculation; but if you are wise, &lt;br /&gt;«Bestride your steed while cold is in the skies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«To-day we purpose, ay, this hour we mount &lt;br /&gt;«To spur three leagues towards the Apennine; &lt;br /&gt;«Come down, we pray thee, ere the hot sun count &lt;br /&gt;«His dewy rosary on the eglantine.» &lt;br /&gt;Lorenzo, courteously as he was wont, &lt;br /&gt;Bow’d a fair greeting to these serpents’ whine; &lt;br /&gt;And went in haste, to get in readiness, &lt;br /&gt;With belt, and spur, and bracing huntsman’s dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as he to the court-yard pass’d along, &lt;br /&gt;Each third step did he pause, and listen’d oft &lt;br /&gt;If he could hear his lady’s matin-song, &lt;br /&gt;Or the light whisper of her footstep soft; &lt;br /&gt;And as he thus over his passion hung, &lt;br /&gt;He heard a laugh full musical aloft; &lt;br /&gt;When, looking up, he saw her features bright &lt;br /&gt;Smile through an in-door lattice, all delight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXVI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Love, Isabel!» said he, «I was in pain &lt;br /&gt;«Lest I should miss to bid thee a good morrow: &lt;br /&gt;«Ah! what if I should lose thee, when so fain &lt;br /&gt;«I am to stifle all the heavy sorrow &lt;br /&gt;«Of a poor three hours’ absence? but we’ll gain &lt;br /&gt;«Out of the amorous dark what day doth borrow. &lt;br /&gt;«Good bye! I’ll soon be back.» - «Good bye!» said she: - &lt;br /&gt;And as he went she chanted merrily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXVII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the two brothers and their murder’d man &lt;br /&gt;Rode past fair Florence, to where Arno’s stream &lt;br /&gt;Gurgles through straiten’d banks, and still doth fan &lt;br /&gt;Itself with dancing bulrush, and the bream &lt;br /&gt;Keeps head against the freshets. Sick and wan &lt;br /&gt;The brothers’ faces in the ford did seem, &lt;br /&gt;Lorenzo’s flush with love. - They pass’d the water &lt;br /&gt;Into a forest quiet for the slaughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXVIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was Lorenzo slain and buried in, &lt;br /&gt;There in that forest did his great love cease; &lt;br /&gt;Ah! when a soul doth thus its freedom win, &lt;br /&gt;It aches in loneliness - is ill at peace &lt;br /&gt;As the break-covert blood-hounds of such sin: &lt;br /&gt;They dipp’d their swords in the water, and did tease &lt;br /&gt;Their horses homeward, with convulsed spur, &lt;br /&gt;Each richer by his being a murderer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told their sister how, with sudden speed, &lt;br /&gt;Lorenzo had ta’en ship for foreign lands, &lt;br /&gt;Because of some great urgency and need &lt;br /&gt;In their affairs, requiring trusty hands. &lt;br /&gt;Poor Girl! put on thy stifling widow’s weed, &lt;br /&gt;And ’scape at once from Hope’s accursed bands; &lt;br /&gt;To-day thou wilt not see him, nor to-morrow, &lt;br /&gt;And the next day will be a day of sorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She weeps alone for pleasures not to be; &lt;br /&gt;Sorely she wept until the night came on, &lt;br /&gt;And then, instead of love, O misery! &lt;br /&gt;She brooded o’er the luxury alone: &lt;br /&gt;His image in the dusk she seem’d to see, &lt;br /&gt;And to the silence made a gentle moan, &lt;br /&gt;Spreading her perfect arms upon the air, &lt;br /&gt;And on her couch low murmuring, «Where? O where?» &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Selfishness, Love’s cousin, held not long &lt;br /&gt;Its fiery vigil in her single breast; &lt;br /&gt;She fretted for the golden hour, and hung &lt;br /&gt;Upon the time with feverish unrest - &lt;br /&gt;Not long - for soon into her heart a throng &lt;br /&gt;Of higher occupants, a richer zest, &lt;br /&gt;Came tragic; passion not to be subdued, &lt;br /&gt;And sorrow for her love in travels rude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mid days of autumn, on their eves &lt;br /&gt;The breath of Winter comes from far away, &lt;br /&gt;And the sick west continually bereaves &lt;br /&gt;Of some gold tinge, and plays a roundelay &lt;br /&gt;Of death among the bushes and the leaves, &lt;br /&gt;To make all bare before he dares to stray &lt;br /&gt;From his north cavern. So sweet Isabel &lt;br /&gt;By gradual decay from beauty fell, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Lorenzo came not. Oftentimes &lt;br /&gt;She ask’d her brothers, with an eye all pale, &lt;br /&gt;Striving to be itself, what dungeon climes &lt;br /&gt;Could keep him off so long? They spake a tale &lt;br /&gt;Time after time, to quiet her. Their crimes &lt;br /&gt;Came on them, like a smoke from Hinnom’s vale; &lt;br /&gt;And every night in dreams they groan’d aloud, &lt;br /&gt;To see their sister in her snowy shroud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she had died in drowsy ignorance, &lt;br /&gt;But for a thing more deadly dark than all; &lt;br /&gt;It came like a fierce potion, drunk by chance, &lt;br /&gt;Which saves a sick man from the feather’d pall &lt;br /&gt;For some few gasping moments; like a lance, &lt;br /&gt;Waking an Indian from his cloudy hall &lt;br /&gt;With cruel pierce, and bringing him again &lt;br /&gt;Sense of the gnawing fire at heart and brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a vision. - In the drowsy gloom, &lt;br /&gt;The dull of midnight, at her couch’s foot &lt;br /&gt;Lorenzo stood, and wept: the forest tomb &lt;br /&gt;Had marr’d his glossy hair which once could shoot &lt;br /&gt;Lustre into the sun, and put cold doom &lt;br /&gt;Upon his lips, and taken the soft lute &lt;br /&gt;From his lorn voice, and past his loamed ears &lt;br /&gt;Had made a miry channel for his tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXVI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange sound it was, when the pale shadow spake; &lt;br /&gt;For there was striving, in its piteous tongue, &lt;br /&gt;To speak as when on earth it was awake, &lt;br /&gt;And Isabella on its music hung: &lt;br /&gt;Languor there was in it, and tremulous shake, &lt;br /&gt;As in a palsied Druid’s harp unstrung; &lt;br /&gt;And through it moan’d a ghostly under-song, &lt;br /&gt;Like hoarse night-gusts sepulchral briars among. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXVII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its eyes, though wild, were still all dewy bright &lt;br /&gt;With love, and kept all phantom fear aloof &lt;br /&gt;From the poor girl by magic of their light, &lt;br /&gt;The while it did unthread the horrid woof &lt;br /&gt;Of the late darken’d time, - the murderous spite &lt;br /&gt;Of pride and avarice, - the dark pine roof &lt;br /&gt;In the forest, - and the sodden turfed dell, &lt;br /&gt;Where, without any word, from stabs he fell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXVIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying moreover, «Isabel, my sweet! &lt;br /&gt;«Red whortle-berries droop above my head, &lt;br /&gt;«And a large flint-stone weighs upon my feet; &lt;br /&gt;«Around me beeches and high chestnuts shed &lt;br /&gt;«Their leaves and prickly nuts; a sheep-fold bleat &lt;br /&gt;«Comes from beyond the river to my bed: &lt;br /&gt;«Go, shed one tear upon my heather-bloom, &lt;br /&gt;«And it shall comfort me within the tomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXXIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«I am a shadow now, alas! alas! &lt;br /&gt;«Upon the skirts of human-nature dwelling &lt;br /&gt;«Alone: I chant alone the holy mass, &lt;br /&gt;«While little sounds of life are round me knelling, &lt;br /&gt;«And glossy bees at noon do fieldward pass, &lt;br /&gt;«And many a chapel bell the hour is telling, &lt;br /&gt;«Paining me through: those sounds grow strange to me, &lt;br /&gt;«And thou art distant in Humanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«I know what was, I feel full well what is, &lt;br /&gt;«And I should rage, if spirits could go mad; &lt;br /&gt;«Though I forget the taste of earthly bliss, &lt;br /&gt;«That paleness warms my grave, as though I had &lt;br /&gt;«A Seraph chosen from the bright abyss &lt;br /&gt;«To be my spouse: thy paleness makes me glad; &lt;br /&gt;«Thy beauty grows upon me, and I feel &lt;br /&gt;«A greater love through all my essence steal.» &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XLI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit mourn’d «Adieu!» - dissolv’d, and left &lt;br /&gt;The atom darkness in a slow turmoil; &lt;br /&gt;As when of healthful midnight sleep bereft, &lt;br /&gt;Thinking on rugged hours and fruitless toil, &lt;br /&gt;We put our eyes into a pillowy cleft, &lt;br /&gt;And see the spangly gloom froth up and boil: &lt;br /&gt;It made sad Isabella’s eyelids ache, &lt;br /&gt;And in the dawn she started up awake; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XLII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Ha! ha!» said she, «I knew not this hard life, &lt;br /&gt;«I thought the worst was simple misery; &lt;br /&gt;«I thought some Fate with pleasure or with strife &lt;br /&gt;«Portion’d us - happy days, or else to die; &lt;br /&gt;«But there is crime - a brother’s bloody knife! &lt;br /&gt;«Sweet Spirit, thou hast school’d my infancy: &lt;br /&gt;«I’ll visit thee for this, and kiss thine eyes, &lt;br /&gt;«And greet thee morn and even in the skies.» &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XLIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the full morning came, she had devised &lt;br /&gt;How she might secret to the forest hie; &lt;br /&gt;How she might find the clay, so dearly prized, &lt;br /&gt;And sing to it one latest lullaby; &lt;br /&gt;How her short absence might be unsurmised, &lt;br /&gt;While she the inmost of the dream would try. &lt;br /&gt;Resolv’d, she took with her an aged nurse, &lt;br /&gt;And went into that dismal forest-hearse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XLIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, as they creep along the river side, &lt;br /&gt;How she doth whisper to that aged Dame, &lt;br /&gt;And, after looking round the champaign wide, &lt;br /&gt;Shows her a knife. - «What feverous hectic flame &lt;br /&gt;«Burns in thee, child? - What good can thee betide, &lt;br /&gt;«That thou should’st smile again?» - The evening came, &lt;br /&gt;And they had found Lorenzo’s earthy bed; &lt;br /&gt;The flint was there, the berries at his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XLV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who hath not loiter’d in a green church-yard, &lt;br /&gt;And let his spirit, like a demon-mole, &lt;br /&gt;Work through the clayey soil and gravel hard, &lt;br /&gt;To see skull, coffin’d bones, and funeral stole; &lt;br /&gt;Pitying each form that hungry Death hath marr’d, &lt;br /&gt;And filling it once more with human soul? &lt;br /&gt;Ah! this is holiday to what was felt &lt;br /&gt;When Isabella by Lorenzo knelt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XLVI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gaz’d into the fresh-thrown mould, as though &lt;br /&gt;One glance did fully all its secrets tell; &lt;br /&gt;Clearly she saw, as other eyes would know &lt;br /&gt;Pale limbs at bottom of a crystal well; &lt;br /&gt;Upon the murderous spot she seem’d to grow, &lt;br /&gt;Like to a native lily of the dell: &lt;br /&gt;Then with her knife, all sudden, she began &lt;br /&gt;To dig more fervently than misers can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XLVII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon she turn’d up a soiled glove, whereon &lt;br /&gt;Her silk had play’d in purple phantasies, &lt;br /&gt;She kiss’d it with a lip more chill than stone, &lt;br /&gt;And put it in her bosom, where it dries &lt;br /&gt;And freezes utterly unto the bone &lt;br /&gt;Those dainties made to still an infant’s cries: &lt;br /&gt;Then ’gan she work again; nor stay’d her care, &lt;br /&gt;But to throw back at times her veiling hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XLVIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That old nurse stood beside her wondering, &lt;br /&gt;Until her heart felt pity to the core &lt;br /&gt;At sight of such a dismal labouring, &lt;br /&gt;And so she kneeled, with her locks all hoar, &lt;br /&gt;And put her lean hands to the horrid thing: &lt;br /&gt;Three hours they labour’d at this travail sore; &lt;br /&gt;At last they felt the kernel of the grave, &lt;br /&gt;And Isabella did not stamp and rave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XLIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! wherefore all this wormy circumstance? &lt;br /&gt;Why linger at the yawning tomb so long? &lt;br /&gt;O for the gentleness of old Romance, &lt;br /&gt;The simple plaining of a minstrel’s song! &lt;br /&gt;Fair reader, at the old tale take a glance, &lt;br /&gt;For here, in truth, it doth not well belong &lt;br /&gt;To speak: - O turn thee to the very tale, &lt;br /&gt;And taste the music of that vision pale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With duller steel than the Persèan sword &lt;br /&gt;They cut away no formless monster’s head, &lt;br /&gt;But one, whose gentleness did well accord &lt;br /&gt;With death, as life. The ancient harps have said, &lt;br /&gt;Love never dies, but lives, immortal Lord: &lt;br /&gt;If Love impersonate was ever dead, &lt;br /&gt;Pale Isabella kiss’d it, and low moan’d. &lt;br /&gt;’Twas love; cold, - dead indeed, but not dethroned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anxious secrecy they took it home, &lt;br /&gt;And then the prize was all for Isabel: &lt;br /&gt;She calm’d its wild hair with a golden comb, &lt;br /&gt;And all around each eye’s sepulchral cell &lt;br /&gt;Pointed each fringed lash; the smeared loam &lt;br /&gt;With tears, as chilly as a dripping well, &lt;br /&gt;She drench’d away: - and still she comb’d, and kept &lt;br /&gt;Sighing all day - and still she kiss’d, and wept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in a silken scarf, - sweet with the dews &lt;br /&gt;Of precious flowers pluck’d in Araby, &lt;br /&gt;And divine liquids come with odorous ooze &lt;br /&gt;Through the cold serpent pipe refreshfully, - &lt;br /&gt;She wrapp’d it up; and for its tomb did choose &lt;br /&gt;A garden-pot, wherein she laid it by, &lt;br /&gt;And cover’d it with mould, and o’er it set &lt;br /&gt;Sweet Basil, which her tears kept ever wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she forgot the stars, the moon, and sun, &lt;br /&gt;And she forgot the blue above the trees, &lt;br /&gt;And she forgot the dells where waters run, &lt;br /&gt;And she forgot the chilly autumn breeze; &lt;br /&gt;She had no knowledge when the day was done, &lt;br /&gt;And the new morn she saw not: but in peace &lt;br /&gt;Hung over her sweet Basil evermore, &lt;br /&gt;And moisten’d it with tears unto the core. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she ever fed it with thin tears, &lt;br /&gt;Whence thick, and green, and beautiful it grew, &lt;br /&gt;So that it smelt more balmy than its peers &lt;br /&gt;Of Basil-tufts in Florence; for it drew &lt;br /&gt;Nurture besides, and life, from human fears, &lt;br /&gt;From the fast mouldering head there shut from view: &lt;br /&gt;So that the jewel, safely casketed, &lt;br /&gt;Came forth, and in perfumed leafits spread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Melancholy, linger here awhile! &lt;br /&gt;O Music, Music, breathe despondingly! &lt;br /&gt;O Echo, Echo, from some sombre isle, &lt;br /&gt;Unknown, Lethean, sigh to us - O sigh! &lt;br /&gt;Spirits in grief, lift up your heads, and smile; &lt;br /&gt;Lift up your heads, sweet Spirits, heavily, &lt;br /&gt;And make a pale light in your cypress glooms, &lt;br /&gt;Tinting with silver wan your marble tombs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LVI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moan hither, all ye syllables of woe, &lt;br /&gt;From the deep throat of sad Melpomene! &lt;br /&gt;Through bronzed lyre in tragic order go, &lt;br /&gt;And touch the strings into a mystery; &lt;br /&gt;Sound mournfully upon the winds and low; &lt;br /&gt;For simple Isabel is soon to be &lt;br /&gt;Among the dead: She withers, like a palm &lt;br /&gt;Cut by an Indian for its juicy balm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LVII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O leave the palm to wither by itself; &lt;br /&gt;Let not quick Winter chill its dying hour! - &lt;br /&gt;It may not be - those Baalites of pelf, &lt;br /&gt;Her brethren, noted the continual shower &lt;br /&gt;From her dead eyes; and many a curious elf, &lt;br /&gt;Among her kindred, wonder’d that such dower &lt;br /&gt;Of youth and beauty should be thrown aside &lt;br /&gt;By one mark’d out to be a Noble’s bride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LVIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, furthermore, her brethren wonder’d much &lt;br /&gt;Why she sat drooping by the Basil green, &lt;br /&gt;And why it flourish’d, as by magic touch; &lt;br /&gt;Greatly they wonder’d what the thing might mean: &lt;br /&gt;They could not surely give belief, that such &lt;br /&gt;A very nothing would have power to wean &lt;br /&gt;Her from her own fair youth, and pleasures gay, &lt;br /&gt;And even remembrance of her love’s delay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore they watch’d a time when they might sift &lt;br /&gt;This hidden whim; and long they watch’d in vain; &lt;br /&gt;For seldom did she go to chapel-shrift, &lt;br /&gt;And seldom felt she any hunger-pain; &lt;br /&gt;And when she left, she hurried back, as swift &lt;br /&gt;As bird on wing to breast its eggs again; &lt;br /&gt;And, patient as a hen-bird, sat her there &lt;br /&gt;Beside her Basil, weeping through her hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet they contriv’d to steal the Basil-pot, &lt;br /&gt;And to examine it in secret place: &lt;br /&gt;The thing was vile with green and livid spot, &lt;br /&gt;And yet they knew it was Lorenzo’s face: &lt;br /&gt;The guerdon of their murder they had got, &lt;br /&gt;And so left Florence in a moment’s space, &lt;br /&gt;Never to turn again. - Away they went, &lt;br /&gt;With blood upon their heads, to banishment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LXI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Melancholy, turn thine eyes away! &lt;br /&gt;O Music, Music, breathe despondingly! &lt;br /&gt;O Echo, Echo, on some other day, &lt;br /&gt;From isles Lethean, sigh to us - O sigh! &lt;br /&gt;Spirits of grief, sing not your «Well-a-way!» &lt;br /&gt;For Isabel, sweet Isabel, will die; &lt;br /&gt;Will die a death too lone and incomplete, &lt;br /&gt;Now they have ta’en away her Basil sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LXII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piteous she look’d on dead and senseless things, &lt;br /&gt;Asking for her lost Basil amorously: &lt;br /&gt;And with melodious chuckle in the strings &lt;br /&gt;Of her lorn voice, she oftentimes would cry &lt;br /&gt;After the Pilgrim in his wanderings, &lt;br /&gt;To ask him where her Basil was; and why &lt;br /&gt;’Twas hid from her: «For cruel ’tis,» said she, &lt;br /&gt;«To steal my Basil-pot away from me.» &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LXIII.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she pined, and so she died forlorn, &lt;br /&gt;Imploring for her Basil to the last. &lt;br /&gt;No heart was there in Florence but did mourn &lt;br /&gt;In pity of her love, so overcast. &lt;br /&gt;And a sad ditty of this story born &lt;br /&gt;From mouth to mouth through all the country pass’d: &lt;br /&gt;Still is the burthen sung - «O cruelty, &lt;br /&gt;«To steal my Basil-pot away from me!»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-4666508961200482561?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Pan Y Psique (Edward Burne-Jones)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/ShHFpaD3HdI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Hc0Rye27Zeo/s1600-h/Pan-Psyche-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/ShHFpaD3HdI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Hc0Rye27Zeo/s400/Pan-Psyche-L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337264348571573714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La muerte de Procis 1490-1500 (Piero si Cosimo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/ShHFlSKkz8I/AAAAAAAAArw/4A2maoHqv5U/s1600-h/800px-Piero_di_Cosimo_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/ShHFlSKkz8I/AAAAAAAAArw/4A2maoHqv5U/s400/800px-Piero_di_Cosimo_013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337264277732773826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mitología dice que Psique víctima de Venus, trató de suicidarse ahogándose, pero la marea la devolvió a la orilla. Pan estaba cerca, la vió y la consoló.&lt;br /&gt;Se dice que Burne-Jones se inspiró en una obra del pintor italiano Piero di Cosimo llamado "La muerte de Procis"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-7596707595494999793?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7596707595494999793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=7596707595494999793' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7596707595494999793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7596707595494999793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/05/edward-burne-jones-pan-y-psq.html' title='Edward Burne-Jones -Pan y Psique- (1872-1874)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/ShHFpaD3HdI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Hc0Rye27Zeo/s72-c/Pan-Psyche-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-2103877983361785940</id><published>2009-05-13T22:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:44:42.693+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Las modelos del prerrafaelismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Burne-Jones'/><title type='text'>Las modelos del prerrafaelismo - María Zambaco - (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SgswNbBNrNI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7hLoPYjf2Oc/s1600-h/zambaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SgswNbBNrNI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7hLoPYjf2Oc/s400/zambaco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335411190699764946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;María Zambaco 1870 - Edward Burne-Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SgswFRXZOhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/vZGxFeQ5oLM/s1600-h/burne+jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SgswFRXZOhI/AAAAAAAAAqk/vZGxFeQ5oLM/s400/burne+jones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335411050669488658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sgsv9j7FEeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/qEe8GM1HTMk/s1600-h/retrato-1871-edwardburne-jones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sgsv9j7FEeI/AAAAAAAAAqc/qEe8GM1HTMk/s400/retrato-1871-edwardburne-jones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335410918212047330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sgsvwd1aaaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/NFjXSPrCYDs/s1600-h/2006AF4640i~Mrs-Mary-Zambaco-Nee-Mary-Cassavetti-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sgsvwd1aaaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/NFjXSPrCYDs/s400/2006AF4640i~Mrs-Mary-Zambaco-Nee-Mary-Cassavetti-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335410693239368098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;María Zambaco, de soltera Kassavetti era una rica heredera griega. Se casó con el Dr. Zambaco pero este matrimonio no funcionó. Ella se marchó junto a su madre a Londres con la idea de inicarse en la escultura. En 1866 su madre contrató a Burne Jones para que hiciera un retrato a su hija. Se enamoraron y el idilio duró unos dos años, pero finalmente Burne-Jones volvió con su esposa al perdonarlo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-2103877983361785940?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2103877983361785940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=2103877983361785940' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2103877983361785940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2103877983361785940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/05/las-modelos-del-prerrafaelismo-maria.html' title='Las modelos del prerrafaelismo - María Zambaco - (1)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SgswNbBNrNI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7hLoPYjf2Oc/s72-c/zambaco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-6624287781105854250</id><published>2009-05-12T22:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:22:32.487+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Hallada  (1851)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SgnZ9oFmq5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/3ZhtUIfVRrY/s1600-h/cuadroinacabado1854gp0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SgnZ9oFmq5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/3ZhtUIfVRrY/s400/cuadroinacabado1854gp0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335034886353234834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hallada" fue una obra empezada en el año 1851, pero finalizado después de su fallecimiento por Burne-Jones. Durante años Rossetti lo estuvo retocando, intentando acbar el fondo, buscando la debida perspectiva haciendo esfuerzos por aplicar el principio realista prerrafaelita pero sin ningún resultado. Incluso llamó a sus amigos para que le ayudaran.&lt;br /&gt;Burne-Jones lo completó componiendo un fondo de edificios azules, dejando a un lado la idea de Rossetti, su compañero había pensado en un muro de cementerio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-6624287781105854250?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6624287781105854250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=6624287781105854250' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/6624287781105854250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/6624287781105854250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/05/dante-gabriel-rossetti-hallada-1851.html' title='Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Hallada  (1851)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SgnZ9oFmq5I/AAAAAAAAAo8/3ZhtUIfVRrY/s72-c/cuadroinacabado1854gp0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-357664690406080418</id><published>2009-05-10T18:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:22:20.633+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti: The blessed damozel - La doncella bienaventurada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sgb-wweCd6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/O10MGN5WCNw/s1600-h/5-the+blessed+damozel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sgb-wweCd6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/O10MGN5WCNw/s400/5-the+blessed+damozel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334230922264999842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un fragmento de una poesía de Rossetti con igual nombre de su obra pictórica "The blessed damozel"...&lt;br /&gt;Nos encontramos en el cielo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Doncella Bienaventurada se inclinó&lt;br /&gt;sobre la baranda de oro del cielo;&lt;br /&gt;sus ojos eran más profundos que el abismo&lt;br /&gt;de aguas inquietas al atardecer;&lt;br /&gt;tenía tres lirios en la mano,&lt;br /&gt;y las estrellas de su pelo eran siete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A su vestido suelto desde el broche al dobladillo,&lt;br /&gt;no lo adornaba ninguna flor,&lt;br /&gt;excepto una rosa blanca, regalo de María,&lt;br /&gt;su cabello caía a lo largo de su espalda&lt;br /&gt;era rubio como el trigo maduro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella sentía que apenas había pasado un día&lt;br /&gt;desde que era una de las elegidas de Dios;&lt;br /&gt;aún no le había abandonado suasombro&lt;br /&gt;de su mirada tranquila,&lt;br /&gt;para aquellos a quienes ella había dejado, su día&lt;br /&gt;había sido contado por diez años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Diez años...y sin embargo, en ese mismo lugar,&lt;br /&gt;ella se inclinó una vez sobre mí, sus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;caían sobre mi rostro...&lt;br /&gt;Nada: la caída otoñal de las hojas,&lt;br /&gt;los años pasan veloces).....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-357664690406080418?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/357664690406080418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=357664690406080418' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/357664690406080418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/357664690406080418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/05/dante-gabriel-rossetti-blessed-damozel.html' title='Dante Gabriel Rossetti: The blessed damozel - La doncella bienaventurada'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sgb-wweCd6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/O10MGN5WCNw/s72-c/5-the+blessed+damozel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-72296567324000034</id><published>2009-05-10T17:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:04:45.995+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Arthur's Tomb - La tumba del rey Arturo (1854)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sgb66XyhSfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Y9EFBwT7QCo/s1600-h/rossetti7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sgb66XyhSfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Y9EFBwT7QCo/s400/rossetti7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334226689392200178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La tumba del rey Arturo" fue una pequeña y vistosa acuarela de las que Rosseti vendió a sus amigos como Ruskin, quien fue su fuente de ingresos en aquellos años.&lt;br /&gt;En la obra se ve a los amantes culpables, Lancelot y Ginebra en un emotivo encuentro encima del sepulcro del hombre a quien habían engañado.Lancelot se muestra suplicante, Ginebra enlutada y arrepentida le rechaza. Esta escena pintada en la actualidad parecería absurda, pero evidentemente hay que saber verla en su contexto y adentrase en su tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Años después Rossetti estuvo trabajando en unos frescos en la Unión de Oxford. Temás también artúricos adquieridos a medida que se iba realizando por William Morris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-72296567324000034?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/72296567324000034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=72296567324000034' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/72296567324000034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/72296567324000034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/05/dante-gabriel-rossetti-arthurs-tomb-la.html' title='Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Arthur&apos;s Tomb - La tumba del rey Arturo (1854)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sgb66XyhSfI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Y9EFBwT7QCo/s72-c/rossetti7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-5873918961434460000</id><published>2009-03-29T09:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:16:57.797+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti -La pradera del arquero, 1872- (Bower meadow)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sc8fiOAbocI/AAAAAAAAAn8/zI4ubTjj8oo/s1600-h/BowerMeadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sc8fiOAbocI/AAAAAAAAAn8/zI4ubTjj8oo/s400/BowerMeadow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318504357683765698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La pradera del arquero" fue un cuadro muy popular de Rossetti. Es el claro ejemplo de la pintura carente de significado, aunque parece que si lo tuviera. Viéndose en problemas económicos en 1872 Rossetti tomó un viejo lienzo en el que había hecho un fracaso intento de paisaje natural estando en Surrey con William Hunt en 1850. Al fondo que ya tenía añadió dos  mujeres tañendo instrumentos de música y un grupo de figuras en el centro que, aunque estaban bailando, parece que se caen como flores marchitas.Luego le puso un sonoro título medieval y lo vendió enseguida. Pero no por ello deja de tener la impronta, el encanto de Rossetti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-5873918961434460000?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5873918961434460000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=5873918961434460000' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5873918961434460000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5873918961434460000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/03/dante-gabriel-rossetti-la-pradera-del.html' title='Dante Gabriel Rossetti -La pradera del arquero, 1872- (Bower meadow)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/Sc8fiOAbocI/AAAAAAAAAn8/zI4ubTjj8oo/s72-c/BowerMeadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-5681713312872911478</id><published>2009-03-02T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:27:43.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Holman Hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>William Holman Hunt -- Our English Coasts - Nuestras costas inglesas - 1853</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SaxPBoi-8uI/AAAAAAAAAns/XtgOtPJ9gFs/s1600-h/800px-William_Holman_Hunt_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SaxPBoi-8uI/AAAAAAAAAns/XtgOtPJ9gFs/s400/800px-William_Holman_Hunt_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308704950245585634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestras costas inglesas (Our English Coasts) fue una innovación capital en  la historia del color, aunque no reconocido en absoluto hasta que varios años después cuando Ruskin lo explico, “nos mostró por vez primera en la Historia del Arte, el equilibrio totalmente fiel del color y la sombra mediante el cual la luz del sol puede ser transmitida en  una clave en la que las armonías posibles con los pigmentos materiales producían las mismas impresiones en la mente que las causadas por la propia luz”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-5681713312872911478?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5681713312872911478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=5681713312872911478' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5681713312872911478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5681713312872911478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/03/william-holman-hunt-our-english-coasts.html' title='William Holman Hunt -- Our English Coasts - Nuestras costas inglesas - 1853'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SaxPBoi-8uI/AAAAAAAAAns/XtgOtPJ9gFs/s72-c/800px-William_Holman_Hunt_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-6667733929397810106</id><published>2009-02-09T22:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:33:46.464+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ford Madox Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>Ford Madox Brown -Stages of Cruelty- Escenas de crueldad(1856-1890)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SZChAU_v0MI/AAAAAAAAAnU/houKLKxhmaw/s1600-h/brown5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SZChAU_v0MI/AAAAAAAAAnU/houKLKxhmaw/s400/brown5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300913788423229634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es muy difícil entender que intenciones anidaba Madox Brown detrás de "Escenas de crueldad". Parece iniciar un tema muy prearrafaelita: dos amantes, una pared de ladrillo,gran vegetación. El título del cuadro, en un principio se llamó "Los placeres robados son dulces". Dulces pudieron ser en una etapa anterior pero nada queda de ello en la versión última y poco placer se puede sacar de ello. Quizá se trate de percibir el paralelismo entre el tratamiento al amante por la mujer adulta y el mal comportamiento de la niña que azota a un perro con una varita, que puede significar amor-mentira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-6667733929397810106?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6667733929397810106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=6667733929397810106' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/6667733929397810106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/6667733929397810106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/02/ford-madox-brown-stages-of-cruelty.html' title='Ford Madox Brown -Stages of Cruelty- Escenas de crueldad(1856-1890)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SZChAU_v0MI/AAAAAAAAAnU/houKLKxhmaw/s72-c/brown5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-2273339561848086209</id><published>2009-01-30T00:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:27:18.984+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Burne-Jones'/><title type='text'>Edward Coley Burne-Jones -Astrología -</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SYI7Q7uD5oI/AAAAAAAAAnM/krvL65hLWNQ/s1600-h/sir+edward+burne+jones+astrologia,1865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SYI7Q7uD5oI/AAAAAAAAAnM/krvL65hLWNQ/s400/sir+edward+burne+jones+astrologia,1865.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296861273835955842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta alegoría de la Astrología fue realizada por Burne-Jones entre 1863/64. El gouche fue expuesto con éxito en 1865 en la Old Water Color Society, que había acogido al artista el año anterior. Posteriormente se expuso en la New Gallery en 1892 y en 1898 y en ambas ocasiones fue admirado por la crítica, por sus especales efectos lumínicos y transparencia de los colores. La presencia de la esfera en la mano de la chica permite al artista demostrar su habilidad en la representación de la transparecia y de la profundidad. Burne-Jones utilizó este motivo en otras obras, por ejemplo, en la serie de acuarelas "Los días de la creación"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-2273339561848086209?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2273339561848086209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=2273339561848086209' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2273339561848086209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2273339561848086209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/edward-coley-burne-jones-astrologia.html' title='Edward Coley Burne-Jones -Astrología -'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SYI7Q7uD5oI/AAAAAAAAAnM/krvL65hLWNQ/s72-c/sir+edward+burne+jones+astrologia,1865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-5675611303298675515</id><published>2009-01-21T19:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:27:01.896+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelite woman´s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>Prerrafaelite woman´s -Mujeres prerrafaelitas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdUi_qnhw_8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XdUi_qnhw_8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-5675611303298675515?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5675611303298675515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=5675611303298675515' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5675611303298675515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5675611303298675515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/prerrafaelite-womans-mujeres.html' title='Prerrafaelite woman´s -Mujeres prerrafaelitas'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-1133650993797794157</id><published>2009-01-11T03:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T03:38:31.999+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti -La amada-1865</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SWlbkctkFKI/AAAAAAAAAlY/E4NwmWwAMZM/s1600-h/dante_gabriele_rossetti._la_amada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SWlbkctkFKI/AAAAAAAAAlY/E4NwmWwAMZM/s400/dante_gabriele_rossetti._la_amada.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289859919064077474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la pintura conservada en la Tate Gallery, le fue encargada a Rossetti por George Rae por 300 libras en 1865. Inicialmente quería representar a Batrice, pero prefirió un tema biblíco. sobre el marco se aprecian algunos versos de Cantar de los Cantares y del salmo 45. Parala la protagonista posó Marie Ford, una modelo profesional, entre otras mujeres que se reconocen en el cuadro, a la derecha a Keoni, una zíngara amada   por su amigo pintor Frederick Sandys.&lt;br /&gt;La protagonista, en el centro de la pintura esta rodeada por cuatro damas, dispuestas simetricamnete como las flores de una composición o las piedras preciosas de una joya. El complejo y elaborado tocado demuestra la atención de Rossetti por las creaciones del Art Noveau&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-1133650993797794157?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1133650993797794157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=1133650993797794157' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1133650993797794157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1133650993797794157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2009/01/dante-gabriel-rossetti-la-amada-1865.html' title='Dante Gabriel Rossetti -La amada-1865'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SWlbkctkFKI/AAAAAAAAAlY/E4NwmWwAMZM/s72-c/dante_gabriele_rossetti._la_amada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-979945477180445204</id><published>2008-12-22T21:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:11:08.412+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Everett Millais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>John Everett Millais -Despertar- (1865/66)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SU_0UJrFfOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aDOhsiSklk0/s1600-h/51-Sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SU_0UJrFfOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aDOhsiSklk0/s400/51-Sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282709514960076002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De las tres hijas de Millais, Carrie era la más pequeña, ella es la protagonista de este lienzo. Llama la atención la cinta roja, apenas esbozada con pinceladas rápidas, en gran contraste con el cobertor blanco marfil, dibujado con gran precisión...&lt;br /&gt;También se ve al fondo la niñera ocupada con la costura. Sobre la presencia de las flores en la mano de la niña los críticos interpretaron las campanillas como signo de constancia, mientras que las prímulas puede representar augurios de amor y felicidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-979945477180445204?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/979945477180445204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=979945477180445204' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/979945477180445204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/979945477180445204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/12/john-everett-millais-despertar-186566.html' title='John Everett Millais -Despertar- (1865/66)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SU_0UJrFfOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aDOhsiSklk0/s72-c/51-Sleeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-6773289794043644382</id><published>2008-12-15T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:45:14.235+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti -Monna Vanna-(1866)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SUbd47laD_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/7C6zGWDgcoU/s1600-h/monna-vanna1866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SUbd47laD_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/7C6zGWDgcoU/s400/monna-vanna1866.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280151583275487218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se encuentra en la Tate Gallery de Londres. En un principio la obra tenía que titularse “ Venere veneta” Como en todos los retratos de Rossetti dedica mucha atención a los detalles: las joyas, los plieges de la ropa etc. La modelo fue Alexa Wilding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-6773289794043644382?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6773289794043644382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=6773289794043644382' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/6773289794043644382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/6773289794043644382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/12/dante-gabriel-rossetti-monna-vanna-1866.html' title='Dante Gabriel Rossetti -Monna Vanna-(1866)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SUbd47laD_I/AAAAAAAAAk4/7C6zGWDgcoU/s72-c/monna-vanna1866.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-2535200095326464476</id><published>2008-11-19T18:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:33:21.984+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti -Dantis Amor- (1859)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SSRJuWkjtNI/AAAAAAAAAkw/4iuZmgZ1rZc/s1600-h/dantis+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SSRJuWkjtNI/AAAAAAAAAkw/4iuZmgZ1rZc/s400/dantis+amor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270418524612048082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que Dante Gabriel Rossetti fue la personalidad más representativa de la Hermandad, algo que se reforzó más si cabe con sus biógrafos, atraídos, en algunos casos más por la naturaleza extravagante del artista y por sus aventuras novelescas que por su propio arte.&lt;br /&gt;Estuvo muy  influenciado por la personalidad de su padre  autor de textos con referencia a Dante y gran amante de la poesía.&lt;br /&gt;Inició su actividad artística  con ilustraciones de sus textos literarios preferidos, como el Fausto de Goethe o “El cuervo” de Edgar Allan Poe.&lt;br /&gt;En la PRB casi se convirtió en un símbolo, más por la fuerza de su personalidad que por haber compartido las ideas originarias de la Hermandad. Sus contemporáneos  veían en él  al representante más cualificado de una cultura con la fascinación de la cual acaban por hacerlo coincidir: el prerrafaelismo se identifica, sobre todo en Rossetti y en el tono que le dio a la imaginación prerrafaelita.&lt;br /&gt;Obra genialmente bella, cuadros complejos sobre Dante, historias medievales etc. como este “Dantis Amor” donde el sol y la luna simbolizan la luz y la oscuridad, lo activo y lo pasivo, femenino y masculino, el cielo y la tierra y expresan la aspiración de una unidad cósmica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-2535200095326464476?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2535200095326464476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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La obra  muestra un grumete que regresa del mar, para postrarse sobre la tumba reciente de su madre. Era una adaptación del un  grabado de William Hunt que apareció en el primer número de The Germ. &lt;br /&gt;En el paisaje es donde se nota más la influencia de Ruskin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SPjy6R0ZgOI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FQQ7SyFCig/s1600-h/Hughes_Home_from_Sea1856-1857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SPjy6R0ZgOI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FQQ7SyFCig/s400/Hughes_Home_from_Sea1856-1857.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258219647984566498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-3839262598912166105?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3839262598912166105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=3839262598912166105' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/3839262598912166105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/3839262598912166105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/arthur-hugues-home-from-sea-el-regreso.html' title='Arthur Hugues (Home from Sea) El regreso del mar'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SPjy6R0ZgOI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3FQQ7SyFCig/s72-c/Hughes_Home_from_Sea1856-1857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-1735229578567300712</id><published>2008-10-14T23:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:24:15.806+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Burne-Jones'/><title type='text'>The challenge in the wilderness (1874-1898) Edward Burne-Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SPUNmR5J59I/AAAAAAAAAjM/-rD_CH71idk/s1600-h/the+challenge+in+the+wilderness1874-1898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SPUNmR5J59I/AAAAAAAAAjM/-rD_CH71idk/s400/the+challenge+in+the+wilderness1874-1898.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257123091314239442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desafío en el desierto (1874-1898)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-1735229578567300712?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1735229578567300712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=1735229578567300712' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1735229578567300712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1735229578567300712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/challenge-in-wilderness-1874-1898.html' title='The challenge in the wilderness (1874-1898) Edward Burne-Jones'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SPUNmR5J59I/AAAAAAAAAjM/-rD_CH71idk/s72-c/the+challenge+in+the+wilderness1874-1898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-693594543114974445</id><published>2008-10-13T22:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:02:48.977+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Burne-Jones'/><title type='text'>The heart of the rose (1889) Edward Burne-Jones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SPOpDGlPA5I/AAAAAAAAAjE/CEXFcAF8_gE/s1600-h/The_Heart_of_the_Rose1889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SPOpDGlPA5I/AAAAAAAAAjE/CEXFcAF8_gE/s400/The_Heart_of_the_Rose1889.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256731060842988434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El corazón de la rosa (1889)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-693594543114974445?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/693594543114974445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=693594543114974445' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/693594543114974445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/693594543114974445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/heart-of-rose-1889-edward-burne-jones.html' title='The heart of the rose (1889) Edward Burne-Jones'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SPOpDGlPA5I/AAAAAAAAAjE/CEXFcAF8_gE/s72-c/The_Heart_of_the_Rose1889.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-207867609936825386</id><published>2008-10-07T22:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:47:40.819+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Burne-Jones'/><title type='text'>Edward Burne-Jones (y 3)</title><content type='html'>En 1877 se hizo famoso depués de su primera exposición en la Grosvenor Gallery.&lt;br /&gt;El artista expuso siete obras, entre ellas  “El encantamiento de Merlín” con enorme aceptación. Los críticos hablaban de  de una mezcla de espiritualidad gótica, gracia clásica, y solidez italiana.&lt;br /&gt;El éxito de la primera exposición se repitió en la siguiente y, tras la Exposición Internacional de París de 1878, la fama del artista se difunde internacionalmente.&lt;br /&gt;En 1885  es elegido miembro  asociado de la Royal Academy , pero dimite en 1893, incómodo en el mundo académico.&lt;br /&gt;Falleció en Londres el el 17 de junio de 1898.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOvJ8901s0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/uMSogVGymmE/s1600-h/1873-1874+the+begiling+of+merlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOvJ8901s0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/uMSogVGymmE/s400/1873-1874+the+begiling+of+merlin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254515439483335490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El encantamiento de Merlín, 1874&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOvJSQBAszI/AAAAAAAAAhc/hQyeKGvT9EM/s1600-h/Burne_Jones_Sir_Edward_Sidonia_Von_Bork1860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOvJSQBAszI/AAAAAAAAAhc/hQyeKGvT9EM/s400/Burne_Jones_Sir_Edward_Sidonia_Von_Bork1860.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254514705631851314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidonie Von Bork, 1860&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOvJJLEM45I/AAAAAAAAAhU/xlcuouNT-oI/s1600-h/Angel1878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOvJJLEM45I/AAAAAAAAAhU/xlcuouNT-oI/s400/Angel1878.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254514549684233106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel, 1878&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOvI2oAdM9I/AAAAAAAAAhM/EcMVKQrsI_M/s1600-h/800px-Burne-jones-love-among-the-ruins-1894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOvI2oAdM9I/AAAAAAAAAhM/EcMVKQrsI_M/s400/800px-Burne-jones-love-among-the-ruins-1894.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254514231035638738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor en la ruinas, 1894&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-207867609936825386?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/207867609936825386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=207867609936825386' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/207867609936825386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/207867609936825386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/edward-burne-jones-y-3.html' title='Edward Burne-Jones (y 3)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOvJ8901s0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/uMSogVGymmE/s72-c/1873-1874+the+begiling+of+merlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-1071320113347656562</id><published>2008-10-01T22:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:02:33.027+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walter Howell Deverell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Siddal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Walter Howell Deverell, el hombre que descubrió a Elizabeth Siddal</title><content type='html'>Walter Howell Deverell  (1827-1854) Un hombre de gran talento, pero con una vida muy corta fue el “descubridor” de Elizabeth Siddal. En 1850 la encontró. Trabajaba en una sombrerería de  Cranbourne Alley. Paseando por delante del establecimiento William Allingham fue el primero en fijarse en ella. Este se juntaba con sus amigos prerrafaelitas para leer poemas y explorar calles.&lt;br /&gt;Le habló a Walter Deverell sobre ella. Deverell quería una modelo para el personaje de Viola para su cuadro “Twelfit night”. Fue con su propia madre a Cranbourne Alley; Walter regresó al grupo entusiasmado por haber encontrado esa mujer tan bella.&lt;br /&gt;Durante un tiempo el grupo la asimiló como una compañera más. Posó para todos ellos: Fue la celta pelirroja de “Christmas sheltering from the  persecution of the druids”, fue la “Viola” disfrazada de paje en “Twelfit night” de Deverell (en el que Dante Gabriel Rossetti  también posó como un juglar); fue Ofelia para Millais, recostada en una bañera en la casa de Gower Sreet, de manera que el artista la pudiera reproducir con delicadeza empapada, hecho que agravó el de por sí, delicado estado de salud de Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que Rossetti se enamoró de ella. Hermosa, alta y delgada para aquella época, con finos rasgos regulares, cuello cincelado, ojos azules y una espléndida cabellera pelirroja. Daguerrotipos  y fotos muestran una expresión demacrada, hasta agria, que sería por el resultado del dolor físico. Era pasiva, silenciosa y tranquila. Posó estoicamente para Millais con un vestido bordado sin protestar y eso que la lámpara que habían puesto debajo de la bañera para que el agua se mantuviera templada se había apagado y el agua estaba helada, y así pasó varias horas. Esa pasividad ayudó que Rossetti y Siddal se encontraran. Ella, una mujer melancólica que se sentía movida por los gestos llenos de vida del artista de ascendencia italiana. Con sus silencios, con su mórbida belleza, su apatía, era como una estatua a la que había que traer a la vida debió pensar Rossetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOPiKkk48EI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4vpcfcasE60/s1600-h/Deverell_Walter_Howell_Twelfth_Night_Act_II_Scene_IV-1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOPiKkk48EI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4vpcfcasE60/s400/Deverell_Walter_Howell_Twelfth_Night_Act_II_Scene_IV-1850.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252290261689102402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Howell Deverell "Twelfth night" (1850)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOPiDvy4G1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/BVTxqYPgsvg/s1600-h/The_Grey_Parrot-deverell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOPiDvy4G1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/BVTxqYPgsvg/s400/The_Grey_Parrot-deverell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252290144441473874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Howell Deverell "The grey parrot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOPh8lSraGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/iJkGVsHRW0w/s1600-h/Deverell_Walter_Howard_A_Scene_from_As_You_Like_It+(1)-1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOPh8lSraGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/iJkGVsHRW0w/s400/Deverell_Walter_Howard_A_Scene_from_As_You_Like_It+(1)-1853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252290021362985058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Howell Deverell "A scene from As You like it" (1853)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOPhwakpj_I/AAAAAAAAAco/e6SoHFblfnE/s1600-h/a_pet-deverll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOPhwakpj_I/AAAAAAAAAco/e6SoHFblfnE/s400/a_pet-deverll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252289812327141362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Howell Deverell "A pet"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-1071320113347656562?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1071320113347656562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=1071320113347656562' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1071320113347656562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1071320113347656562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/10/walter-howell-deverell-el-hombre-que.html' title='Walter Howell Deverell, el hombre que descubrió a Elizabeth Siddal'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOPiKkk48EI/AAAAAAAAAdA/4vpcfcasE60/s72-c/Deverell_Walter_Howell_Twelfth_Night_Act_II_Scene_IV-1850.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-7021657879613350474</id><published>2008-09-30T21:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:34:50.912+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Burne-Jones'/><title type='text'>Edward Burne-Jones (2)</title><content type='html'>Después de su tercer viaje a Italia (1871), se sumaron las influencias de Mantenga y de Miguel Angel. En concreto el clasicismo de Miguel Angel se convirtió en punto de referencia: de la “Rueda de la fortuna” (1875-1883) a Venus Discordia (1878), pasando por algunas telas del “Ciclo de Perseo” (1875)&lt;br /&gt;Otro punto es la inspiración literaria. Puede decirse que no hay ninguna obra suya que no haya nacido de una sugerencia literaria: De la Edad Media de Malora y Tensión a la de Froissart y de Chaucer, mientras que el mundo clásico es evocado a través de Filis y Demofonte o Cupido y Psique.&lt;br /&gt;Hay una continua osmosis entre la obra pictórica y la obra decorativa. Desde la fundación de la Firm por parte de William Morris. Muchos de sus cuadros derivan de dibujos para ilustraciones o vidrieras y son traducidos en tapices, o nacen como proyectos para decoraciones de interiores: “El Cielo de Cupido y Psique” para el comedor de Georhe Howard en el  Palace Green Kensington,  o “El ciclo de Perseo” proyectado para la sala de música de de Lord Balfour que quedó inacabado. Y así unos cuantos más.&lt;br /&gt;El estilo del artista es el resultado de una combinación de elementos: En el “Ciclo de Pigmalión” coexisten el tema clásico que toma prestados a ejemplos italianos como Botticelli o Miguel Angel, pero con una atmósfera medieval reinventado.&lt;br /&gt;En “Los Alpes saboyanos” (1892), del Ciclo de Perseo, la referencia a las estatuas de Afrodita y Dione, del frontón  derecho del Partenón, es introducida en un brumoso y fantástico “highland” escocés.&lt;br /&gt;Se trata pues, de un estilo compuesto, cuya realización dedica el artista toda su vida.&lt;br /&gt;En “El espejo de Venus” (1878), un grupo de muchachas vestidas con túnicas clásicas, en un paisaje volcánico, se reflejan en un manantial de agua rodeado de flores minuciosamente pintadas al estilo prerrafaelita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOJ7oxXawuI/AAAAAAAAAbg/o1rf2Bi8mJo/s1600-h/Burne_Jones_Sir_Edward_The_Mirror_Of_Venus1898.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOJ7oxXawuI/AAAAAAAAAbg/o1rf2Bi8mJo/s400/Burne_Jones_Sir_Edward_The_Mirror_Of_Venus1898.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251896055843963618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El espejo de Venus (1898)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOJ8R5SIzEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/oQ1dT556y3w/s1600-h/la+rueda+de+la+fortuna.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOJ8R5SIzEI/AAAAAAAAAbw/oQ1dT556y3w/s400/la+rueda+de+la+fortuna.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251896762343935042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La rueda de la fortuna (1875-1883)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOJ80xW8NTI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RmYVhDrIwzM/s1600-h/12088_Cupid_Finding_Psyche_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOJ80xW8NTI/AAAAAAAAAb4/RmYVhDrIwzM/s400/12088_Cupid_Finding_Psyche_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251897361512019250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cupido encontrando a Psique (1865)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOJ-0L8orVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qjFhP6oa_pc/s1600-h/12114_Phyllis_and_Demophoon_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOJ-0L8orVI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qjFhP6oa_pc/s400/12114_Phyllis_and_Demophoon_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251899550492831058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filis y Demofonte (1870)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-7021657879613350474?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7021657879613350474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=7021657879613350474' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7021657879613350474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7021657879613350474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/09/edward-burne-jones-2.html' title='Edward Burne-Jones (2)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SOJ7oxXawuI/AAAAAAAAAbg/o1rf2Bi8mJo/s72-c/Burne_Jones_Sir_Edward_The_Mirror_Of_Venus1898.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-3860890147370369492</id><published>2008-09-25T15:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:22:53.464+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elizabeth Siddal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesía'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth Siddal - Dead Love (Amor muerto)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNuMNpStC-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/87SxKBDE7l8/s1600-h/siddal-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNuMNpStC-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/87SxKBDE7l8/s400/siddal-photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249943956680936418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotografía de Elizabeth Siddal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca llores por un amor muerto,&lt;br /&gt;ya que rara vez el amor es verdadero.&lt;br /&gt;El cambia sus ropas del rojo al azul,&lt;br /&gt;y del más brillante azul al rojo,&lt;br /&gt;el amor ha nacido a una muerte temprana,&lt;br /&gt;y su realidad es apenas un despojo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces no ancles tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;en su pálido rostro descarnado,&lt;br /&gt;para exhalar el más profundo de los suspiros.&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras justas en labios sinceros.&lt;br /&gt;Pasarán y sin duda morirán;&lt;br /&gt;y tú estarás solo, mi querido,&lt;br /&gt;cuando se desaten los vientos invernales.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca lamentes aquello que no puede ser,&lt;br /&gt;pues este Dios no regala dones.&lt;br /&gt;Si este pobre sueño de amor fuese nuestro,&lt;br /&gt;entonces, querido, estaríamos en el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;pero aquí sólo hay campos muertos,&lt;br /&gt;donde el verdadero amor jamás es cierto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh never weep for love that’s dead&lt;br /&gt;Since love is seldom true&lt;br /&gt;But changes his fashion from blue to red,&lt;br /&gt;From brightest red to blue,&lt;br /&gt;And love was born to an early death&lt;br /&gt;And is so seldom true.&lt;br /&gt;Then harbour no smile on your bonny face&lt;br /&gt;To win the deepest sigh.&lt;br /&gt;The fairest words on truest lips&lt;br /&gt;Pass on and surely die,&lt;br /&gt;And you will stand alone, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;When wintry winds draw nigh.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, never weep for what cannot be,&lt;br /&gt;For this God has not given.&lt;br /&gt;If the merest dream of love were true&lt;br /&gt;Then, sweet, we should be in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;And this is only earth, my dear,&lt;br /&gt;Where true love is not given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-3860890147370369492?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3860890147370369492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=3860890147370369492' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/3860890147370369492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/3860890147370369492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/09/elisabeth-siddal-amor-muerto.html' title='Elizabeth Siddal - Dead Love (Amor muerto)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNuMNpStC-I/AAAAAAAAAbY/87SxKBDE7l8/s72-c/siddal-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-6683452782851699203</id><published>2008-09-19T22:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:06:58.818+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edward Burne-Jones'/><title type='text'>Edward Burne-Jones (1)</title><content type='html'>Fue el artista inglés más importante de finales del siglo XIX, y su influencia fue enorme.&lt;br /&gt;Empezó influenciado por Rossetti, con temas entre la Edad Media y la abstracción figurativa, síntoma de una evasión cada vez más radical de los modelos protoprerrafaelitas.&lt;br /&gt;En 1858, un encuentro con George Frederick Watts, le pone en contacto con los sueños utópicos del anciano maestro. Animado también por Ruskin, que advirtió su talento y quiso contraponer al gusto demasiado medieval de Rossetti, un ideal de “gracia y tranquilidad clásica” el artista decidió viajar a Italia.&lt;br /&gt;Si, hasta en ese momento los prerrafaelistas habían soñado e interpretado la cultura italiana a través de las mediciones más diversas (hasta el mismo Rossetti, a pesar de sus orígenes, nunca viajó a Italia), Burne-Jones, afronta un impacto directo tanto con el arte primitivo que con el de los grandes siglos.&lt;br /&gt;El primer viaje (1859) está dedicado a hacer verificaciones  de arte medieval, desde los frescos del Camposanto de Pisa a los de Giotto, pero el artista se siente atraído por  artistas del siglo XV, como Ghirlandaio, y le impresiona la obra de Botticelli, considerado en Inglaterra todavía un maestro menor.&lt;br /&gt;Regresa  a Italia en 1862 acompañado por Ruskin quien pretende educarlo con los ejemplos de la pintura veneciana del siglo XVI, interés dominante de aquellos años en la cultura inglesa. Burne-Jones se dirige concretamente a artistas que le son afines, como Carpaccio  o Giorgione; el primero, por el eco de la Edad Media, y el segundo por la simbología moderna y por el predominio de atmósferas cromáticas.&lt;br /&gt;Al interés por la cultura italiana se suman las sugerencias de la escultura antigua: es el único prerrafaelita que siente interés por el revival clásico: “El ciclo de Pigamilón”, “La Anunciación” y “La escalera dorada”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La escalera dorada (1876-1880)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQUE2WRhGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0mEd7QIiwU0/s1600-h/Burne-Jones-1876-1880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQUE2WRhGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0mEd7QIiwU0/s400/Burne-Jones-1876-1880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247841539334440034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anunciación (1879)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQT3QafoYI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NS9uyjXcCsk/s1600-h/Burne-Jones5-1876-1879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQT3QafoYI/AAAAAAAAAZk/NS9uyjXcCsk/s400/Burne-Jones5-1876-1879.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247841305813295490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El ciclo de Pigmalión (1868-1878)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQTe33B_oI/AAAAAAAAAZc/MUDEC-R8yBM/s1600-h/Animation4burnejones4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQTe33B_oI/AAAAAAAAAZc/MUDEC-R8yBM/s400/Animation4burnejones4.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247840886905241218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQTTQAZmrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Oi_miZSZRWQ/s1600-h/burnejones3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQTTQAZmrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Oi_miZSZRWQ/s400/burnejones3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247840687228558002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQTK2niMLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cGdJ5Y3VcUw/s1600-h/Animation2burnejones2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQTK2niMLI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cGdJ5Y3VcUw/s400/Animation2burnejones2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247840542974423218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQTCcWYNyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TF4VuBa_SAY/s1600-h/Animation1burne+jones1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQTCcWYNyI/AAAAAAAAAZE/TF4VuBa_SAY/s400/Animation1burne+jones1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247840398484191010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-6683452782851699203?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6683452782851699203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=6683452782851699203' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/6683452782851699203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/6683452782851699203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/09/edward-burne-jones-1.html' title='Edward Burne-Jones (1)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SNQUE2WRhGI/AAAAAAAAAZs/0mEd7QIiwU0/s72-c/Burne-Jones-1876-1880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-148143238490398483</id><published>2008-09-14T20:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:10:02.339+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Morris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>William Morris</title><content type='html'>En 1871 William Morris y Dante Gabriel Rossetti alquilaron una casa para el verano en Kelmscott Manor. En el mismo años Morris realizó un largo viaje de seis semanas por Islandia, y otro, dos años después. El contacto con un ambiente salvaje e incontaminado influyó no solo en su poesía, sino en su misma concepción de la vida, que se orientó hacia la utopía de un retorno a la naturaleza para liberar al hombre de la esclavitud industrializada. En 1878 se trasladó al 25 de Upper Mall, en Hammersmith a una casa que bautizó como Kelmscot House  (y que hoy acoge la  William Morris Society)&lt;br /&gt;Los años ochenta se se caracterizaron por un creciente compromiso social y político. En 1882 William Morris lee “El capital” de Karl Marx, se adhiere a la “Democratic Federation” , una organización socialista en la que también participaba la hija de Marx..&lt;br /&gt;En 1884 el artista fundó  Socialist League e intensificó su compromiso polñitico sin descuidar  su actividad artística que culminó con la tarea de poner en marcha la “Arts &amp; Crafts, Society”, cuya primera muestra tuvo lugar en el año 1888.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SM1UDrCijKI/AAAAAAAAAX8/I3P-UmzhbGk/s1600-h/27878~Jasmine-Wallpaper-Design-1872-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SM1UDrCijKI/AAAAAAAAAX8/I3P-UmzhbGk/s400/27878~Jasmine-Wallpaper-Design-1872-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245941563026214050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazmine, papel para pared (William Morris)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SM1T8gopZgI/AAAAAAAAAX0/g0C3AbENL48/s1600-h/6651~William-Morris-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SM1T8gopZgI/AAAAAAAAAX0/g0C3AbENL48/s400/6651~William-Morris-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245941439974172162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapíz (William Morris)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-148143238490398483?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/148143238490398483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=148143238490398483' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/148143238490398483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/148143238490398483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/09/william-morris.html' title='William Morris'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SM1UDrCijKI/AAAAAAAAAX8/I3P-UmzhbGk/s72-c/27878~Jasmine-Wallpaper-Design-1872-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-1745044818785406214</id><published>2008-09-13T23:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:14:31.145+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Morris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>William Morris (1835-1896)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMwswrn5YpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/E_OfEk4xz40/s1600-h/la+bella+isotta+1858-1859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMwswrn5YpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/E_OfEk4xz40/s400/la+bella+isotta+1858-1859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245616880835191442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La bella Isotta (1858-1859)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue uno de los protagonistas de la segunda fase del movimiento prerrafaelita. Nació el 24 de marzo de 1835 en Helm House, en Clay Hill. En 1843 es inscrito en la Misses Arundel´s Academy. En 1847 muere su padre, a la edad de cincuenta años y William, pasa de un colegio aristocrático a uno público. En aquel nuevo ambiente desarrolla un carácter rebelde e indiferente  a las rígidas reglas de la educación victoriana. En el Exeter Collage de Oxford conoce a  y hace amistad con Edgard Burne-Jones con quien viaja a Francia en 1855 y luego convive algunos meses en Londres. Fascinado por las obras de Ruskin decide abandonar sus estudios y dedicarse una “vida consagrada al arte” Primero frecuento el estudio de un arquitecto, Gorge Edmund Street, poco después conoce  Dante Gabriel Rossetti quien lo acerca a la Hermandad Prerrafaelita y le anima a interesarse por la pintura y la poesía. El 26 de abril de 1859 se casó con Jane Burden. En 1865 redacta “The earthly paradise” su composición poética más famosa, inspirada en los versos de Chaucer y en el Decamerón de Boccaccio. Fue publicado en 1868 con gran éxito de crítica y de ventas, tanto, que en poco menos de una década William Morris se convierte en un popularísimo poeta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-1745044818785406214?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1745044818785406214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=1745044818785406214' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1745044818785406214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1745044818785406214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/09/william-morris-1835-1896.html' title='William Morris (1835-1896)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMwswrn5YpI/AAAAAAAAAXU/E_OfEk4xz40/s72-c/la+bella+isotta+1858-1859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-2840581359084263553</id><published>2008-09-11T01:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:09:28.665+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arthur Hugues'/><title type='text'>Arthur Hughes (The heavenly stair, 1887-1888)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMhfD5Fji9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/oYgMOuttD_s/s1600-h/Hughes_Arthur_The_Heavenly_Stair23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMhfD5Fji9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/oYgMOuttD_s/s400/Hughes_Arthur_The_Heavenly_Stair23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244546286541310930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-2840581359084263553?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2840581359084263553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=2840581359084263553' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2840581359084263553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2840581359084263553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/09/arthur-hugues-heavenly-stair-1887-1888.html' title='Arthur Hughes (The heavenly stair, 1887-1888)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMhfD5Fji9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/oYgMOuttD_s/s72-c/Hughes_Arthur_The_Heavenly_Stair23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-6438742691871339724</id><published>2008-09-08T22:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:12:13.937+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arthur Hugues'/><title type='text'>Arthur Hughes (Amor de abril, 1858)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMWRzT7Tu3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/4rIEcmhwod8/s1600-h/April-love-Arthur-Hughes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMWRzT7Tu3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/4rIEcmhwod8/s400/April-love-Arthur-Hughes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243757651851197298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Hugues (1832-1915)&lt;br /&gt;Está inspirado en uno de los cantos de “La hija del molinero” de Tennyson. La imagen exalta la frágil belleza del amor. Cuando pintaba temas románticos, al igual que Millais usaba el paisaje en función de la acentuación emotiva de las situaciones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-6438742691871339724?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6438742691871339724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=6438742691871339724' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/6438742691871339724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/6438742691871339724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/09/arthur-hugues-amor-de-abril-1858.html' title='Arthur Hughes (Amor de abril, 1858)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMWRzT7Tu3I/AAAAAAAAAVU/4rIEcmhwod8/s72-c/April-love-Arthur-Hughes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-2716182974342878201</id><published>2008-09-06T00:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:18:16.398+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Helen of Troy, 1863)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMGwG1_B7uI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Lfy8z9tGAbQ/s1600-h/helen+of+troy1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMGwG1_B7uI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Lfy8z9tGAbQ/s400/helen+of+troy1863.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242665072853118690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-2716182974342878201?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2716182974342878201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=2716182974342878201' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2716182974342878201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2716182974342878201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/09/dante-gabriel-rossetti-helen-of-troy.html' title='Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Helen of Troy, 1863)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMGwG1_B7uI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Lfy8z9tGAbQ/s72-c/helen+of+troy1863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-543317148488486789</id><published>2008-09-06T00:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:16:47.116+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti (A sea spell, 1872)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMGvvzV-3kI/AAAAAAAAAUs/boZ834PJx88/s1600-h/a+sea+spell1872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMGvvzV-3kI/AAAAAAAAAUs/boZ834PJx88/s400/a+sea+spell1872.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242664677007089218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-543317148488486789?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/543317148488486789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=543317148488486789' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/543317148488486789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/543317148488486789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/09/dante-gabriel-rossetti-sea-spell-1872.html' title='Dante Gabriel Rossetti (A sea spell, 1872)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SMGvvzV-3kI/AAAAAAAAAUs/boZ834PJx88/s72-c/a+sea+spell1872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-9093644851052230720</id><published>2008-09-01T22:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:22:52.165+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ford Madox Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>Ford Madox Brown -May Memories (1869-1884)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLxPC4q7wlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/jQBTTOhZbwA/s1600-h/Brown_Ford_Madox_MayMemories-1869-1884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLxPC4q7wlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/jQBTTOhZbwA/s400/Brown_Ford_Madox_MayMemories-1869-1884.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241150977343210066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-9093644851052230720?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9093644851052230720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=9093644851052230720' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/9093644851052230720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/9093644851052230720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/09/ford-madox-brown-may-memories-1869-1884.html' title='Ford Madox Brown -May Memories (1869-1884)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLxPC4q7wlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/jQBTTOhZbwA/s72-c/Brown_Ford_Madox_MayMemories-1869-1884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-7538974293273892622</id><published>2008-08-28T22:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:43:32.931+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ford Madox Brown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>Ford Madox Brown</title><content type='html'>Nació en Calais hijo de un comisario inglés. Estudió en Brujas, Gante y en la Academia de Amberes. En París conoció la gran pintura. De Rembrandt a los españoles pasando por los románticos de su época. En 1848 Rossetti le pidió que le diera claases de pintura. Posteriormente compartió los preceptos de la Hermandad. Dos de sus  obras más importantes fueron “Adiós a Inglaterra” (1852-1855) y “Trabajo”  (1852-1863)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLcMnPf-cPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/F3b0sHfy2KA/s1600-h/Madox20Brown3+1855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLcMnPf-cPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/F3b0sHfy2KA/s400/Madox20Brown3+1855.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239670559783940338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adiós a Inglaterra" (1852-1855)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adiós a Inglaterra” concentra la imagen dignamente desesperada de la pareja de pequeños burgueses que se alejan de su país. Plasma el gran movimiento de la emigración que alcanzó su cota más alta en 1852.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLcMeEYvsBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_hYpRWWve54/s1600-h/Brown_Ford_Madox_Work-1852-1865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLcMeEYvsBI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_hYpRWWve54/s400/Brown_Ford_Madox_Work-1852-1865.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239670402182000658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trabajo" (1852-1863)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En “Trabajo”  el cuadro quiere representar un panorama de las clases sociales, de los cavadores en actitud épica, a los vagabundos, a los señores de la burguesía, desempleados y a los ociosos a caballo.&lt;br /&gt;En una posición destacada a la derecha se puede ver a Carlyle y a F.D. Maurice, que, “aún pareciendo perezosos  trabajan controlando el trabajo bien hecho y la felicidad de los demás” (como consta en el catálogo de la PIcadilly Gallery, donde la obra fue expuesta en el año 1865)&lt;br /&gt;Su posterior carrera se desarrolló aparte del prerrafaelismo. Fue un gran diseñador en la Firm de William Morris, proyectó muebles y cartones para vidrieras. Esta actividad influyó en su pintura tardía.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-7538974293273892622?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7538974293273892622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=7538974293273892622' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7538974293273892622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7538974293273892622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/ford-madox-brown.html' title='Ford Madox Brown'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLcMnPf-cPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/F3b0sHfy2KA/s72-c/Madox20Brown3+1855.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-2167872691467799015</id><published>2008-08-26T22:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:06:16.070+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Holman Hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>William Holman Hunt - El vecino inoportuno (1895)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLRiGSij4vI/AAAAAAAAAT8/phnQV3cKoAI/s1600-h/Hunt_William_Holman_The_Importunate_Neighbour-1895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLRhV_aZ_lI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LPaCUxxdfc8/s400/_The_Festival_Of_St_Swithin_Or_The_Dovecote-+1866-1875.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238919296966065746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-2680911627938364056?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/2680911627938364056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=2680911627938364056' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2680911627938364056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/2680911627938364056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/william-holman-hunt-dovecote-1866-1875.html' title='William Holman Hunt - The dovecote (1866-1875)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLRhV_aZ_lI/AAAAAAAAAT0/LPaCUxxdfc8/s72-c/_The_Festival_Of_St_Swithin_Or_The_Dovecote-+1866-1875.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-1768112281247331623</id><published>2008-08-24T21:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:08:58.446+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Holman Hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>William Holman Hunt (1827-1910) Segunda y última parte</title><content type='html'>Después de viajar a Tierra Santa en 1854 (vuelve en 1869, 1875 y 1892) su obra se ciñó a la experiencia  adquirida en esos lugares. Su primer cuadro fue “El chivo expiatorio”, esa vez Ruskin le advirtió del peligro de un exceso de sentimiento que podía hacer olvidar las exigencias de la pintura como tal. Su único interés reside en el componente hiperrealista que seca la atmósfera y comunica una especie de alucinada tensión. Hunt ambientó el chivo, como símbolo de las culpas del mundo, en el mismo lugar (a orillas del Mar Muerto) donde creía que había existido Sodoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG-BCh2MaI/AAAAAAAAATs/5CaJ3qdksDM/s1600-h/The_Scapegoat_CGF-1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG-BCh2MaI/AAAAAAAAATs/5CaJ3qdksDM/s400/The_Scapegoat_CGF-1854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238176766676578722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El chivo expiatorio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra obra  es “Jesús hallado en el Templo” terminada después de 1860. El artista se siente atraído por las ropas y las historias judías, cosa que emana en cada detalle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG83Gwo0eI/AAAAAAAAATk/I27QuyGERj8/s1600-h/jesus+en+el+templo1854-60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG83Gwo0eI/AAAAAAAAATk/I27QuyGERj8/s400/jesus+en+el+templo1854-60.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238175496502039010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jesús hallado en el templo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En 1867 con “Isabel y el jarrón de albahaca” volvió a un tema prefarraelita, este fue dedicado a su esposa fallecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG8umar_WI/AAAAAAAAATc/gJnz2X8YNG0/s1600-h/Hughes3-ALBAHACA+ES+BASIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG8umar_WI/AAAAAAAAATc/gJnz2X8YNG0/s400/Hughes3-ALBAHACA+ES+BASIL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238175350381084002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isabel y el jarrón de albahaca"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En otro viaje a Tierra Santa pintó otras obras religiosas “La sombra de la muerte (1869-1870) y “El triunfo de los inocentes” (1896-1887). En el primero quiere subrayar la nobleza del trabajo manual. Se nota en el lienzo un sentimiento de soledad y falta de confianza, Holman Hunt dijo de ella que le habría producido una gran infelicidad.&lt;br /&gt;En “El triunfo de los inocentes” se conjuga una mezcla de lo real y lo irreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG8jfjeOiI/AAAAAAAAATU/7Z9i38mB0Yg/s1600-h/Shadow_of_Death-1870-1873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG8jfjeOiI/AAAAAAAAATU/7Z9i38mB0Yg/s400/Shadow_of_Death-1870-1873.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238175159560321570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La sombra de la muerte"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG8FKeqVdI/AAAAAAAAATM/qAVUNzLOPso/s1600-h/Hunt_William_Holman_The_Triumph_Of_The_Innocents-1876-1887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG8FKeqVdI/AAAAAAAAATM/qAVUNzLOPso/s400/Hunt_William_Holman_The_Triumph_Of_The_Innocents-1876-1887.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238174638506923474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El triunfo de los inocentes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre 1886 y 1905 pinta “La dama de Shalott” influido por el Art Noveau y a  las ilustraciones de los Poemas de Tennyson de 1857. Una curiosidad: para pintar el peinado de la dama tardó tres años.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG7t4xLr8I/AAAAAAAAATE/GLJzLLGmLLo/s1600-h/The_Lady_of_Shalott+1889-1892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG7t4xLr8I/AAAAAAAAATE/GLJzLLGmLLo/s400/The_Lady_of_Shalott+1889-1892.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238174238615777218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lady of Shalott"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-1768112281247331623?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/1768112281247331623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=1768112281247331623' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1768112281247331623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/1768112281247331623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/william-holman-hunt-1827-1910-segunda-y.html' title='William Holman Hunt (1827-1910) Segunda y última parte'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLG-BCh2MaI/AAAAAAAAATs/5CaJ3qdksDM/s72-c/The_Scapegoat_CGF-1854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-5713804868175972163</id><published>2008-08-23T22:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:22:27.837+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Holman Hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>William Holman Hunt (1827-1910) Primera parte</title><content type='html'>Fue el menos conocido y apreciado de los prerrafaelitas, aunque fue el único que tuvo fe hasta el fin en los presupuestos originarios de la Hermandad. Nació en Londres, hijo de un jefe de almacén. Tras dos intentos fallidos pudo entrar en 1844 en la Royal Academy.&lt;br /&gt;En los años siguientes se acercó a los textos de Ruskin y a la poesía de Kyats, influencias fundamentales para encontrar su estilo. En 1848 expone en la Royal Academy inspirada en Keats “La huida de Magdalena y Porfirio” de estilo todavía académico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLBvciBpLOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nIcB8Fe9BV0/s1600-h/Hunt_William_Holman_The_flight_of_Madeline_and_Porphyro_during_the_Drunkenness_attending_the_Revelry_Eve_of_Saint_Agnes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLBvciBpLOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nIcB8Fe9BV0/s400/Hunt_William_Holman_The_flight_of_Madeline_and_Porphyro_during_the_Drunkenness_attending_the_Revelry_Eve_of_Saint_Agnes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237808902592605410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La huída de Magdalena y Porfirio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animado por sentimientos  religiosos y empapado por el moralismo de Ruskin, pinta cuadros sagrados y dirigidos a un amplio público, pero también temas literarios de Kyats, Tensión y Shakespeare, dos cuadros inspirados en este último son “Claudio e Isabel” y “Valentín salva a Silvia de Proteo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLBvN1mqDPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/l94Je4N-tBs/s1600-h/Hunt_William_Holman_Valentine_rescuing_Sylvia_from_Proteus-1851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLBvN1mqDPI/AAAAAAAAAS0/l94Je4N-tBs/s400/Hunt_William_Holman_Valentine_rescuing_Sylvia_from_Proteus-1851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237808650150087922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Valentín salva a Silvia de Proteo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLBu94s_lSI/AAAAAAAAASs/6PE6-Zi4jsc/s1600-h/Hunt_William_Holman_Claudio_And_Isabella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLBu94s_lSI/AAAAAAAAASs/6PE6-Zi4jsc/s400/Hunt_William_Holman_Claudio_And_Isabella.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237808376104064290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Claudio e Isabel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLBuvEFJcDI/AAAAAAAAASk/WPTNtX_5u-A/s1600-h/EL+DESPERTAR+DE+LA+CONCIENCIA-1853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLBuvEFJcDI/AAAAAAAAASk/WPTNtX_5u-A/s400/EL+DESPERTAR+DE+LA+CONCIENCIA-1853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237808121460125746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El despertar de las conciencias"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En 1865 se casó con Fanny Waugh, quien falleció de parto al año siguiente. En 1875 se casó con la hermana de ésta, Edith,  con muchas complicaciones, pues estaba prohibido por las leyes inglesas este tipo de uniones.&lt;br /&gt;Hay una vena de morbo en la atmósfera del fervor religioso y represión moral que rodea la vida y la obra de Holman Hunt. Al contrario de Rossetti, es un típico hombre de su tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;En 1853 pinta los dos últimos cuadro que preceden  a la disolución de la Hermandad: “El despertar de las conciencias” y “ La luz del mundo”, obras muy recargadas y llenas de simbolismos. El primero representa una prostituta que, víctima de remordimientos, tiene un sobresalto, mientras el seductor sigue tocando el piano, el mensaje sin duda es la posibilidad de redención.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLBuXry6KEI/AAAAAAAAASc/hjfFy_QXjLo/s1600-h/the+light+of+the+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLBuXry6KEI/AAAAAAAAASc/hjfFy_QXjLo/s400/the+light+of+the+world.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237807719804184642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La luz del mundo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pese al agolpamiento de símbolos, Ruskin, en una carta al Times en 1854, defendió la excesiva proliferación de detalles del cuadro: “Nada es más interesante que el modo como incluso los objetos más banales se imponen a la atención de una mente animada por un estímulo vital y apremiante”&lt;br /&gt; “La luz del mundo”  fue acogido con escaso interés por la Royal Academy cuando se presentó en 1854, aunque Ruskin, otra vez lo defendió. Al año siguiente el propio Holman Hunt explicó su obra así: la luz física corresponde a la luz espiritual,, la linterna a la preservación de la verdad, la herrumbre a la corrosión de las facultades vitales, las malas hierbas a las malvadas actitudes, el huerto abandonado a la despreocupación de los ricos del jardín de Dios, el murciélago a  la oscuridad y a la ignorancia. Este cuadro es muy popular reproducido en libros y estampas, es una de las imágenes clave de la religiosidad victoriana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-5713804868175972163?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5713804868175972163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=5713804868175972163' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5713804868175972163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5713804868175972163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/william-holman-hunt-1827-1910.html' title='William Holman Hunt (1827-1910) Primera parte'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLBvciBpLOI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nIcB8Fe9BV0/s72-c/Hunt_William_Holman_The_flight_of_Madeline_and_Porphyro_during_the_Drunkenness_attending_the_Revelry_Eve_of_Saint_Agnes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-8797194369767432571</id><published>2008-08-23T20:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:38:08.901+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Everett Millais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>John Everett Millais -  Apple blossoms (1856-1859)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SLBY90BY8QI/AAAAAAAAASU/onJojzriit0/s1600-h/Apple+Blossoms+%5BSpring%5D1856-1859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SK3R3TbFQUI/AAAAAAAAASE/2W1QOViFApU/s400/My+First+Sermon+1862-1863.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237072689738629442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-7494854326694463841?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7494854326694463841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=7494854326694463841' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7494854326694463841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7494854326694463841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/john-everett-millais-mi-first-sermon.html' title='John Everett Millais - Mi first sermon (1862-1863)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SK3R3TbFQUI/AAAAAAAAASE/2W1QOViFApU/s72-c/My+First+Sermon+1862-1863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-2241115964693980696</id><published>2008-08-21T22:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:35:30.914+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Everett Millais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>John Everett Millais - My second sermon (1864)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SK3Q8BZSmjI/AAAAAAAAAR8/KBmAEcvcau8/s1600-h/My+Second+Sermon-1864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKx4nfKR6MI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YHrARM0Kbl8/s400/Christ+Carpenter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236693086499891394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cristo en casa de sus padres" fues un auténtico escándalo en su época. Dominado por un simbolismo que se advierte facilmente, se le echó en cara el clima modesto y minucioso, decían que había bajado el tono de la escena sagrada. La reacción más feroz fue la del escritor Charles Dickens, en el magazine que editaba, el "Household Words" en la entrega del 15 de junio de 1850, dijo que era un cuadro "repelente y repugnante", tanto es así que la reina Victoria quiso verlo en privado para darse cuenta de su "capacidad" provocativa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-9153258137205762828?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9153258137205762828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=9153258137205762828' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/9153258137205762828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/9153258137205762828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/john-everett-millais-christ-in-house-of.html' title='John Everett Millais - Christ in the house of his parents (1850)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKx4nfKR6MI/AAAAAAAAAR0/YHrARM0Kbl8/s72-c/Christ+Carpenter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-7901308650763993283</id><published>2008-08-19T21:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:39:18.801+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Everett Millais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>John Everett Millais -Ophelia (1851-1852)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKsnPJu7jyI/AAAAAAAAARs/JnWr5aEVx5s/s1600-h/Ophelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKsnPJu7jyI/AAAAAAAAARs/JnWr5aEVx5s/s400/Ophelia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236322133012614946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre 1851 y 1852 Millais pintó "Ophelia" hay una enorme vegetación, plantas y flores llenas de significados simbólicos. Algunas proceden del texto shakespeariano: el sauce, la ortiga y las margaritas, asociadas al amor abandonado, al dolor, a la inocencia, otras son añadidas por el artista como la ampalola (símbolo de la muerte) o las ulmarias marchitas (signo de inutilidad). Sobre todo ello domina la figura espectral de Elizabeth Siddal, una de las mujeres clave de la aventura prerrafaelita, casi para preconizar, en el gran canto de Ophelia, su trágico destino. Se dice que por amor a la verosimilitud, Millais indujo a la modelo a posar en una bañera llena de agua calentada con hornillos, pero estos se fueron apagando y Elisabeth enfermó gravemente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-7901308650763993283?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/7901308650763993283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=7901308650763993283' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7901308650763993283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/7901308650763993283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/john-everett-millais-ophelia-1851-1852.html' title='John Everett Millais -Ophelia (1851-1852)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKsnPJu7jyI/AAAAAAAAARs/JnWr5aEVx5s/s72-c/Ophelia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-157694116787107909</id><published>2008-08-17T20:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:40:19.852+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John Everett Millais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>John Everett Millais</title><content type='html'>Millais fue el más dotado y técnicamente el más brillante de los prerrafaelitas. A excepción de sus principios, su vida fue una serie de éxitos.&lt;br /&gt;Nació en una acomodada familia de Jersey y tras pasar sus primeros años en Southampton natal, llegó a Londres en 1838. En 1840, con  once años, entró en las escuelas de la Royal Academy, donde enseguida destacó. "Cimón e Ifigenia es una  muestra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiCzFbm7OI/AAAAAAAAARE/QfPUAUwehpI/s1600-h/Cymon+and+Iphigenia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiCzFbm7OI/AAAAAAAAARE/QfPUAUwehpI/s320/Cymon+and+Iphigenia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235578380961115362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cimón e Ifigenia (1848)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su adhesión a la Hermandad dio una dirección a su calidad, de 1850 a 1860 pintó algunas de las obras más representativas del movimiento. Influisdo en sus primero óleos por Hunt y en los dibujos juveniles por los temas macabros del primer Rossetti, asimila cualquer sugerencia y obtiene notables resultados tanto en la observación de la naturaleza como en los retratos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiCmnkHGAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/I68g2nY9BAg/s1600-h/john+ruskin+1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiCmnkHGAI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/I68g2nY9BAg/s320/john+ruskin+1854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235578166785284098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Ruskin (1854)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El retarto de John Ruskin tiene una historia particular. el crítico representado de pie sobre peñas rocosas, con una cascada al fondo, había contribuido a determinar el encuadre de la obra. Las rocas, llamadas "símbolos del eterno miedo", habían sido asociadas al movimiento de las aguas: "El estremecimiento que se encarga del plácido lago o del río que discurre entre está encerrado en las rocas por toda la eternidad" En esos años también hubo un "estremecimiento" en la vida de Millais, Ruskin y Effie, esposa de Ruskin, tras unos escandalosos trámites se divorciaron y Effie y Millais se casaron en 1855. La obra es contemporánea a estos hechos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiCbS2DeOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RSjZV5o9Hq0/s1600-h/hunters_daughter-1851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiCbS2DeOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RSjZV5o9Hq0/s320/hunters_daughter-1851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235577972244838626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La hija del leñador (1850-1851)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumándose a los temas más típicos del movimiento, ni "La hija del leñador", historia de un encuentro fatal entre una muchacha humilde y un niño de nacimiento aristocrático se cimenta en un tema social, ni "El salvamento" se inspira en una crónicade sucesos; mientras que "La muchacha ciega" aún haciéndose eco del problema del vagabundeo de los niños y de los minusválidos, hace prevalecer un tono patético.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiCSf8o4wI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VMRT3Rwv63E/s1600-h/blind_girl1854-1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiCSf8o4wI/AAAAAAAAAQs/VMRT3Rwv63E/s320/blind_girl1854-1856.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235577821143294722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La muchacha ciega (1854-1856)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En "Hojas de otoño", los elementos narrativos desaparecen y son sustituidos por el clima: la estación, las hojas muertas,  el humo y el atardecer son imagénes de la caducidad de la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiCJ0cI0PI/AAAAAAAAAQk/BU1zey-y8PA/s1600-h/autumn_leaves1855-1856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiCJ0cI0PI/AAAAAAAAAQk/BU1zey-y8PA/s320/autumn_leaves1855-1856.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235577672025297138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hojas de otoño (1855-1856)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiB-xKlwtI/AAAAAAAAAQc/XMw-fXWROT4/s1600-h/the+valley+of+rest+1858.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiB-xKlwtI/AAAAAAAAAQc/XMw-fXWROT4/s320/the+valley+of+rest+1858.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235577482167829202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El valle del reposo (1858)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mediados de los cincuenta, con Hunt en Tirra Santa, Rossetti, aisaldo en su mundo, la Hermandad es representada sobre todo por Millais. Pero el artista se va separado, poco a poco de la técnica prerrafaelita, demasiado laboriosa para quien tiene intención de ganar mucho dinero. Una de las últimas obras que muestran el encuadre prerrafaelita es "El valle del reposo" de grandes perspectivas paisajísticas y que representa a dos monjas que excavan una tumba en el cementerio del convento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiBnonRlqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_HDhJ9fGCq0/s1600-h/The_Order_of_Release1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiBnonRlqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_HDhJ9fGCq0/s320/The_Order_of_Release1746.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235577084735231650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orden de excarcelación (1852-1853)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hacia 1860, el artista vuelve a un género que ya había adoptado en "Orden de excarcelación", historia inspirada en Water Scott, en la que un rebelde es encarcelado por los ingleses y liberado por su mujer, quien , sacrificando todo había obtenido el documento necesario para lograr su libertad.&lt;br /&gt;En "The Black Brunswicker" se propone una vez más una hsitoria de amor en la adversidad, representando la despedida de dos amantes separados por la guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKh2rfQ3CcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aOja9mMxfhk/s1600-h/Brunswicker2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKh2rfQ3CcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/aOja9mMxfhk/s320/Brunswicker2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235565056316869058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Black Brunswicker (1859-1860)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con el paso del tiempo Millais pertenece más a la historia del arte victoriano que a la del Prerrafaelismo. Por ser el único de la Hermandad que abandonará completamente los principios originarios, tendrá más exito económico y más popularidad que los demás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-157694116787107909?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/157694116787107909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=157694116787107909' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/157694116787107909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/157694116787107909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/john-everett-millais.html' title='John Everett Millais'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKiCzFbm7OI/AAAAAAAAARE/QfPUAUwehpI/s72-c/Cymon+and+Iphigenia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-6384517759049794656</id><published>2008-08-15T22:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:23:03.358+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><title type='text'>Todos los protagonistas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Los creadores de la Hermandad:&lt;/strong&gt; Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828-1882),William Michael Rossetti (1829-1919),James Collinson (1825-1881), John Everett Millais (1829-1896),Frederick Georges Stephens (1828-1907), Thomas Woolner (1825-8992), William Holman Hunt (1827-1910). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los continuadores, el llamado "Prerrafaelismo tardío":&lt;/strong&gt; Arthur Hugues (1832-1915), William Dyce (1806-1864), Henry Wallis (1830-1916), John Brett (1831-1902), William Lindsay Windus (1822-1907), Alexander Bowler (1824-1903),Edward Burne-Jones (1833-1898), Walter Crane (1845-1915), Edward Robert Hughes (1851-1914), Sidney Harold Meteyard (1868-1947), Charles de Soucy Ricketts (1866-1931), John Liston Byam Shaw (1872-1919), Simeon Solomon (1840-1905), John Rodham Spencer Stanhope (1829-1908), John Melhuish Strudwick (1849-1937), John William Waterhouse (1849-1917.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modelos principales:&lt;/strong&gt; Elisabeth Siddal (1829-1862), May Morris (1862-1938) y Jane Burden Morris(1839-1914)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artistas cercanos a la Hermandad:&lt;/strong&gt; William Morris(1834-1896),Ford Madox Brown (1821-1893),Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909),John Ruskin (1819-1900), Joanna Boyce (1831-1861),Thomas Cooper Gotch (1854-1931), Lord Frederick Leighton (1830 - 1896), Sir Frank Bernard Dicksee (1853–1928),Arthur Hacker (1858-1919), Anthony Frederick Augustus Sandys (1829—1904),  Frank Cadogan Cowper (1877-1958), John Maler Collier (1850-1934), Henry Maynell Rheam (1859-1920), Sophie Gengembre Anderson (1823-1903), Margaret Isabel Dicksee (1858-1903),Emma Sandys (1843-1877), Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale (1872–1945),Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894), Marie Spartali Stillman(1844-1927).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-6384517759049794656?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/6384517759049794656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=6384517759049794656' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/6384517759049794656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/6384517759049794656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/todos-los-protagonistas.html' title='Todos los protagonistas'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-5735224750914957692</id><published>2008-08-13T22:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:41:00.954+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Ecce Ancilla Domini! (1849-1850)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKNDKbFlgjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/pR9nlzdQWPg/s1600-h/N01210_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKNDKbFlgjI/AAAAAAAAAPc/pR9nlzdQWPg/s320/N01210_9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234101038283588146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La expresión de extravío y de estático encantamiento que emana de la cara de la Virgen, recuerda a la de Angélica encadenada a las rocas rescatada por Ruggiero, la obra de Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres. Esta, había impresionado a Rossetti cuando tuvo la oportunidad de verla en París en 1849.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKNEa0YdAII/AAAAAAAAAPk/zSf8WM61tjg/s1600-h/Ruggiero_rescuing_angelica_Jean_Auguste_Dominique_Ingres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKNEa0YdAII/AAAAAAAAAPk/zSf8WM61tjg/s320/Ruggiero_rescuing_angelica_Jean_Auguste_Dominique_Ingres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234102419463143554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres - Ruggiero rescatando a Angélica -1819&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-5735224750914957692?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/5735224750914957692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=5735224750914957692' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5735224750914957692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/5735224750914957692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/dante-gabriel-rossetti-ecce-ancilla.html' title='Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Ecce Ancilla Domini! 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Discutían de arte, examinaban a los artistas consagrados y entre ellos logicamente a Rafael (Rafaello Sanzio, nacido en Urbino en 1433 y fallecido en Roma en 1520) y de su "Transfiguración", el gran desprecio de la sencillez de la verdad y las actutudes pomposas de los apóstoles. De ahí vino la elección del nombre a su movimiento. &lt;br /&gt;La influencia de Rossetti, hijo de un italiano exiliado otorga a la asociación un carácter de secta secreta y con ello el sentido monástico de iniciación y la elección del siete como número mágico. Rossetti fundó también la revista The Germ, dirigida a representar literariamente al movimientosiendo, su máximo exponente fue John Ruskin&lt;br /&gt;Niguno de los artistas conocía Italia, pero admiraban su arte primitivo y junto a la influencia de los nazarenos sirve de sostén a sus ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-3106322652186401048?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/3106322652186401048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=3106322652186401048' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/3106322652186401048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/3106322652186401048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/el-nacimiento-de-la-confraternidad_13.html' title='El nacimiento de la Hermandad Prerrafaelita (Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood) (2)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SKM_lHNuxrI/AAAAAAAAAPE/G8H7YrW6kmM/s72-c/Transfiguration_Raphael.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7481194387695361515.post-3108053484478023075</id><published>2008-08-10T00:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:41:46.235+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prerrafaelitas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dante Gabriel Rossetti'/><title type='text'>Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Lucrecia Borgia - 1861</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SJ4YejViOWI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WtA3DD1Zok8/s1600-h/Lucrezia_Borgia,+1861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SJ4OYwKvPWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fQrMO7W6jW8/s320/Lady_Lillith,+1868.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232635635460685154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Lady Lilith - 1868&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En septiembre de 1848, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, William Holman y John Everett Millais, el escultor Thomas Woolner, el pintor James Collison, Frederick George Stephens y William Michael Rossetti, reunidos en Gower Street, 83, en Londres, fundaron la Confraternidad Prerrafaelita; la hermadad duraría entre 1850 – 1875. &lt;br /&gt;Todo a excepicón del hermano de Rossetti procedían de la Royal Academy, la prestigiosa organización nacional del arte. Uno de los primeros blancos de los estudiantes rebeldes.&lt;br /&gt;A través de Ford Madox Brown llegan a la Confratenidad los ideales cristianos primitivos que ya habían marcado la experiencia de  los "nazarenos" alemanes, difundiendo el mito de la Edad Media como época más cercana a la naturaleza y a un y a un orden establecido por Dios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7481194387695361515-9039358027416994256?l=palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/feeds/9039358027416994256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7481194387695361515&amp;postID=9039358027416994256' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/9039358027416994256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7481194387695361515/posts/default/9039358027416994256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palettespinturaypoesia.blogspot.com/2008/08/el-nacimiento-de-la-confraternidad.html' title='El nacimiento de la Hermandad Prerrafaelita (Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood)'/><author><name>Mar-Giverny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12615888814263721048</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rHzlJXQ_rrE/Tcl8S4EYdYI/AAAAAAAACUo/iJBwgbQJYeo/s220/IMGP0439.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdthUz2X28g/SJ4OYwKvPWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/fQrMO7W6jW8/s72-c/Lady_Lillith,+1868.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
