Andrea Mantegna, Crucifixion, c. 1456 Christ, in the peace of Thy torment naked dew was Thy blood. Placid poet, wounded brother, thou sawest us when our splendid bodies rested in eternal nests! Then we died. For what purpose would the fists and the black nails have shone, had Thy forgiveness not looked down upon us …
Jan Provoost, Christian Allegory, c. 1515 All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind. Tutte le parole non sono che briciole cadute dal banchetto dello spirito. Go back to album – K. Gibran
Paul Gauguin, Young christian girl, 1894 Vengano infine le alte allegrie, le ardenti aurore, le notti calme, venga la pace agognata, le armonie, e il riscatto del frutto e il fiore delle anime. Che vengano, amor mio, perché questi giorni son di stanchezza mortale, di rabbia e agonia e nulla. Do you know this poem …
Karl Friedrich Schinkel, Stage set for Mozart’s Magic Flute, 1815 Closed between mortal things (Even the starry sky will end) Why do I crave God? Chiuso fra cose mortali (anche il cielo stellato finirà) perchè bramo Dio? Go back to album – G. Ungaretti
Edvard Munch, Self portrait in Hell, 1903 I have such faith that scorches me; certain that who will see me, will say it’s a man of ashes without realizing it was a rebirth. Ho tanta fede che mi brucia; certo, chi mi vedrà dirà è un uomo di cenere, senz’ accorgersi ch’ era una rinascita. …
Eugenio Montale – Ho tanta fede / I have such faith Read More »
Andrea Mantegna, The Agony in the Garden, c.1460 Again and again I have seen life’s evil: it was the strangled brook, still gurgling, it was the curling of the shriveled leaf, it was the fallen horse. I have known no good except the miracle that reveals the divine Indifference: it was the statue in the …
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