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Stubbs' reputation as "the painter of horses" is both deserved and unfair. Deserved because he was the best painter of horses there'd ever been, without a doubt, surely because of his meticulous anatomical work on the same. Unfair because he did not limit himself to horses and portrayed numerous species, some of them very exotic, with the same skill, accuracy and flair, in active poses and repose alike and in magnificent landscape settings or not. He also used several media besides oils, including various types of prints and pioneering work with enamels on ceramic supports.
The book itself is a short, informative introduction to George Stubbs' work, with illustrations that demonstrate Stubbs' range of subject and technique clearly.
I got bogged down as soon as he started talking about Tolkien's mythos. I got enough of that from Christopher Tolkien.
Fascination with animals from early childhood. Good words to use in poetry are verbs and words associated with a particular sense e.g. smell. Imagine as accurately as possible the thing you want to write about and just write down whatever words come to mind to describe it. Poem as living thing.
Anatomical drawings of horses that look like they could be the basis of monsters in a horror/fantasy movie.
The Pavillion on the Links:
Still part of the New Arabian Nights, this is one of those "How I met my wife" adventure stories, more interesting during the mysterious first part than the beleagured on all sides second part. Fun enough, very Stevenson.
Most of these don't seem to be particularly aimed at children in the same way that Cummings' Fairy Tales obviously are. On the other hand there's a high proportion of really good poems here. A high proportion of only 20 in this slender volume, which appears to contain 4 poems not in Collected Poems. That justified the purchase to me, with my completist tendencies towards writers I greatly admire.
A neat, affordable souvenier book for the museum. Eissenhauer must have had an awful time trying to cut ~3,000 works down to just 37! I didn't see all of this museum when I was there and I'm glad of some of the reproductions of works I didn't have time for.
Shout out to Anna Dorothea Therbusch who has a Self Portrait, 1782, hanging in this museum! Moves the earliest major female artist I've come across back by about 90 years! The picture is unfinished but the completed sections are eggzellent quality.
Ranging from the deliberately daft (e.g. Meet my Folks, the Moon poems) to the serious but accessible (e.g. Season Songs), this collection brings together all the poetry for children Hughes wrote in one place. Nevermind the kids - read it yourself and see Hughes' more light-hearted and comedic side.
The book mimics the organisation of the gallery. As you enter you are at the 1400s. Moving forward you progress to the 1700s. On the left are paintings from North of the Alps. On the right, paintings from South of the Alps. The book starts on the left, goes up to the far end, then comes back and does the same on the right.
I've learned more about how philology actually works from this book than in the rest of my life. Consequently I also understand the connection between Tolkien's "legends" and the evolution of his languages better than at any point previously.