Because of the release of the Hobbit’s film, we think it’s time to remember J.R.R Tolkien and the spot where he rests beside his wife. There are grave hunters who wander through the cementeries looking for remarkable tombs, usually related to a celebity. These can of explorers can find the grave of the Hobbit’s creator in Wolvercote Cemetery, Oxford. The remarkable thing is that Tolkien had the name Lúthien engraved on Edith’s tombstone and Beren added to his name. In Tolkien’s Middle-earth legendarium, Lúthien was the most beautiful of all the Children of Ilúvatar, and forsook her immortality for her love of the mortal warrior Beren. After Beren was captured by the forces of the dark lord Morgoth, Lúthien rode to his rescue upon the talking wolfhound Huan. Ultimately, when Beren was slain in battle against the demonic wolf Carcharoth, Lúthien, like Orpheus, approached the Valar, the angelic order of beings placed in charge of the world by Eru (God), and persuaded them to restore her beloved to life.
"The shapes conceived by Gaudi in the Guell chapel could not be arrived at by the usual orthogonal, drawing table, techniques. These forms are conceived sculpturally through the construction of models. This wire model illustrates the architect’s method of working." (James Johnson Sweeney and Josep Lluis Sert, "Antoni Gaudi")
Reverse wireframe and sketch for the Cripta Güell. Sant Boi de Llobregat, near Barcelona
“Whistler’s Mother, Wood's American Gothic, Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa and Edvard Munch's The Scream have all achieved something that most paintings—regardless of their art historical importance, beauty, or monetary value—have not: they communicate a specific meaning almost immediately to almost every viewer. These few works have successfully made the transition from the elite realm of the museum visitor to the enormous venue of popular culture.”
( Margaret F. MacDonald, ed., Whistler’s Mother: An American Icon,)
Among all the Picasso’s photos, this one called ‘Françoise Gilot, Pablo Picasso and his grandson Javier Vilató in the beach’ is one of our favourites. Done by Robert Cappa in 1948, in the beach of Golfe Juan (France, near Nice), it remember us the joi de vivre which defined Picaso’s life.
Nothing remembers in this frame, that Europe was just emerging from the Great War, that Israel was having his very first fightings against their arabian neighbours or that in Spain a fascist power was ruling. Just three persons, happy in the beach.
Born in Chile, and spending most of his life in Mexico and Catalonia. Roberto Bolaño, died 10 years ago, is one of the most influential writers in the new hispanic literature, a new classic. If you’re going to Barcelona, don’t miss the exhibition centred on Bolaño’s work at CCCB (centre de cultura contemporanea) within the Kosmoplis festival.
Revolutionary for the time because of the naked woman laying down (yes, its suposed to be Venus, but is also a handsome woman) the “Sleeping Venus” is one of the masterpieces of the venetian painter Giorgione. We can see it in in the Gemäldegalerie, Dresden.