Catàleg "Hommage à trois" 2020
Catàleg del primer concurs d'art gràfic "Hommage à trois", promogut per l'Associació Internacional Duana de les Arts (AIDA), que el 2020 ha estat dedicat als escriptors Friedrich Hölderlin, Anne Brontë i Gianni Rodari.
Catàleg del primer concurs d'art gràfic "Hommage à trois", promogut per l'Associació Internacional Duana de les Arts (AIDA), que el 2020 ha estat dedicat als escriptors Friedrich Hölderlin, Anne Brontë i Gianni Rodari.
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Mario BAZEL
Justificació de l’artista:
“The engraving “Awakening” 7 is a tribute to Anne Brontë’s poem “My soul is
awakened” In reading her poem, I found an intriguing similarity and energy in the
subject about the soul, as it is something I explore in my art as well.
In my image, I am searching for a presentation of the soul as an intangible form,
in combination with earthly elements, as indicated in Brontë’s poem. Exploring
this subject, I wanted to capture the life and vibrancy of the soul and it’s
surroundings, making it timeless and infinite-honouring Anne Brontë”
Comentaris del Jurat:
“Utilitza una eina elèctrica que fa que el traç guanyi molta precisió i quedi més
net que fet amb puntaseca sobre metacrilat” (Vicenta Nevado).
“Les ales que eleven l’ànima com en un somni, en una visió de fosfè” (Roser
Pintó).
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My Soul is Awakened (December, 30 th 1842)
(Composed in the Long-Plantation on a wild bright windy day)
“My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring,
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
For, above, and around me, the wild wind is roaring
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.
The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,
The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;
The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing,
The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky.
I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing
The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray,
I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing
And hear the wild roar of their thunder today!”
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