Showing posts with label myth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label myth. Show all posts

Thursday, 3 September 2009

Caravaggio on Yareah magazine


This is my first collaboration for Yareah magazine. It is a cultural bilingual (English-Spanish) magazine. I am glad the editors, Martín Cid and Isabel del Río, gave me this opportunity.

Caravaggio, a myth for the Baroque "Avant-Garde"

When people pronounced the word “Avant-Garde”, our thoughts fly to Paris, to Montmatre, if we are more precise, and to the last part of the 19th century or to the beginning of the 20th one… always before the Second World War.
Eighty years of creative and innovative artists and authors who constantly seek new ways of expression disobeying academic rules and conservative ways of behavior: Impressionists, Fauvists, Dadaists, Expressionists…. and so on.
Therefore, “Avant-Garde” is a good word to establish a relative chronology, useful for teachers and easy classifications. But, how about the meaning and semantic connotations of it?

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http://www.yareah.com/magazine/index.php/myths-mitos/439-caravaggio-a-myth-for-the-baroque-qavant-gardeq

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Sunday, 2 August 2009

The Myth of Melussina on Yareah magazine

by Thomas Keightley

Elinas, King of Albania, to divert his grief for the death of his wife, amused himself with hunting. One day, at the chase, he went to a fountain to quench his thirst. As he approached it he heard the voice of a woman singing, and on coming to it he found there the beautiful fay Pressina.
After some time the fay bestowed her hand upon him, on the condition that he should never visit her at the time of her lying-in. She had three daughters at a birth: Melusina, Melior, and Palatina. Nathas, the king's son by a former wife, hastened to convey the joyful tidings to his father, who, without reflection, flew to the chamber of the queen, and entered as she was bathing her daughters. Pressina, on seeing him, cried out that he had broken his word, and she must depart. And taking up her three daughters, she disappeared.
She retired to the Lost Island, so called because it was only by chance any, even those who had repeatedly visited it, could find it. Here she reared her children, taking them every morning to a high mountain, whence Albania might be seen, and telling them that but for their father's breach of promise they might have lived happily in the distant land which they beheld.
When they were fifteen years of age, Melusina...

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http://www.yareah.com/magazine/index.php/issue-1-numero-1/73-1-myths-mitos/214-the-myth-of-melussina