Yareah Magazine next issue (30): November 2012. You can collaborate!
Yareah magazine arts and writing.
Again and again, new challenges in front of us, new topics to study, to enjoy, to share. Autumn is falling, leaves and warm memories fill up our gardens. Time to think, sitting beside a fireplace, maybe taking a hot chocolate.
Autumn is a good season for artists and authors, a creative period, the wind now speaks and the rain is full of ancient letters and magic colors.
WHAT IS YOUR PICTURE?
What is that picture which has impressed you, which has socked you, which has accompanied you for years…, silent on the wall of your living-room?
Thus, this autumn Yareah magazine likes a personal issue, where people could express their opinions, open as the wet sea that says goodbye to the sailors, to the travelers on both sides of the oceans… The other side will say hello!
The new title is short: ‘MY PICTURE’ but the feelings can be infinite as infinite are likes.
We invite everybody to collaborate and to feedback (in the end) about arts and emotions.
Some quotes which can inspire you:
A picture is a poem without words.
You don’t take a photograph, you make it.
A good painting to me has always been like a friend. It keeps me company, comforts and inspires.
The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.
A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.
I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way – things I had no words for.
Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad.
A writer should write with his eyes and a painter paint with his ears.
Yes, as you see, people have different opinions about what is the most important in a work of art. Tomorrow, I will comment MY PICTURE: ‘The Tempest’ by Giorgione. I confess you it’s difficult to explain why this is my choice. In fact, my favorite painters are Goya and Picasso, and Botticelli’s paintings were on the walls of my teen bedroom… Time after, there were Kandinsky’s watercolors. However, the strange and mystic ‘Tempest’ has questioned me for years: what are its hidden meanings? I saw ‘The Tempest’ by Giorgione time ago in the National Gallery in Venice… I was terribly shocked and I started to read about it. There are novels and essays but nobody has said nothing conclusive.
‘The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.’ Pablo Picasso said. Well, which was Giorgione’s sky, earth or paper? What is mine to feel comfortable/uncomfortable in front of ‘The Tempest’. Maybe to analyze an artwork is a good way to start knowing ourselves.
Don’t miss this chance!
You can also read: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tempest_(Giorgione)