Friday, December 18, 2009

The dream continues

The power of imagination makes us infinite.
John Muir

I find comfort in the fact that within these precious days of freedom I happily describe as my winter break, I will have the opportunity to bound about in exploring the small world that I happily call my own, discover interesting places within the city with its diverse amount of intricate people, spirits high tuned to the holiday spirit which I know I too, am suffering within its contagious effect. Of course, this is according to how the weather cooperates with me.

Talks of storms approaching and declining temperatures have left me in a midst of near-isolation, the cold seeping right through me - not the greatest companion I've had thus far-that I can assure you.
Of course with hours of quiet times, I have become vulnerable to many interesting inspirations and thoughts.
The first being that simply, I have immersed myself in the world of Romanticism, or of the Romantic Age as some might call it.
The music of Schubert, Chopin, to the works of Dumas, Hugo, Byron and Keats, has left a deep imprint in my heart. Its message spoken at the time can still remain valid to this day.
As well, the works of art at the time (being my double major is in fine arts history, one cannot find this least of all surprising) really channels the essence of blending the world of imagination with that of reality, and with the combination of these Arts, really create a whole new world in such a sober, damp reality we often find ourselves in.

Snow Storm: Hannibal and His Army Crossing the Alps, J. M. W. Turner (1812)

Shipwreck , 1759, Joseph Vernet

Caspar David Friedrich- Mann und Frau den Mond Betrachtend 1830-1835
Jean Baptiste Corot- Ville d'Avray, 1867

Perhaps it is me, but I find that lately we are seemly losing this air of luminous quality, this light in which to see amongst ourselves the beauty and truth in life. This is exactly what the Romantics draw away upon, against a world where everything is fast-paced and the advancement of technologies is bridging away the personal interactions amongst one another.

Again maybe it's me, but I love the feel of an book in my hands, rather than reading it on a electronic device. To turn the pages, hearing its soft, crisp feel against my fingers, a book is my constant companion and I never go out without one.

I took the occasion to visit the local library nearby me yesterday. I haven't gone there for quite some time and as such, I took the time to browse the shelves, relax in the lounge area, and read.

I was reading Jules Verne's "The Adventures of Captain Hatteras", which surprisingly, not many knew of it. A shame really as it had instantly captivated me with its gripping story about a quest for the North Pole.

Just recently, I finished watching Chéri and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Michelle Pfeiffer never does wrong, along with Rupert Friend, whom is starting to gain attention as I never really paid much attention to him, apart from him starring in Pride and Prejudice. However, after I watched The Young Victoria and now this, I'm starting to take on a bit of a liking to him acting-wise.

This film, alongside the excellent score of Alexandre Desplat, sincerely displays the truth universally known that sometimes, you may not always have what you want, even if it be love and that age sometimes is just a number, it completely becomes sidetracked in the name of love. As well, sometimes you know when the person is The One, and it doesn't matter how many individuals you go with in your life, that One person will always be in the back of your mind, and you are never the same thereafter. I'm sure the book by Colette will provide a better scope of this story, which I will now add to my Reading List.

And that's all for now, ciao!

1 comment:

Thanks for brightening my day! Always love to hear what you have to say.


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