Painters [*/ ) At Night | Paintings by Leon Spilliaert, 1907- 1918

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Leon Spilliaert: Self-Portrait, 1908
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Léon Spilliaert,Vertigo, 1908                                   Léon Spilliaert, L’absinthe, 1907
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Leon Spilliaert: Self-Portrait, 1907                           Léon Spilliaert, Hibou, 1918
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Leon Spilliaert, Paysage Aux Arbres                                            Leon Spilliaert, La Poursuite, 1910
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Leon Spilliaert, Moonlit Beach, 1908                                                           Leon Spilliaert, Nuit, 1912

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Léon Spilliaert, Le port, 1909                                           Léon Spilliaert, Dyke at Night, 1908

3 thoughts on “Painters [*/ ) At Night | Paintings by Leon Spilliaert, 1907- 1918

  1. On the edge of a tropical ocean, in a thousand reflections of the silver light of an invisible moon, among undulations of restless waters, ceaselessly changing…

    Among silent breakers, the tremors of the shining surface, in the swift flux and reflux martyrizing the patches of light, in the rendings of luminous loops and arcs, and lines, in the occultations and reappearances of dancing bursts of light being decomposed, recomposed, contracted, spread out, only to be re-distributed once more before me, with me, within me, drowned, and unendurably buffeted, my calm violated a thousand times by the tongues of infinity, oscillating, sinusoidally overrun by the multitude of liquid lines. enormous with a thousand folds, I was and I was not, I was caught, I was lost, I was in a state of complete ubiquity. The thousands upon thousands of rustlings were my own thousand shatterings.”

    Henri Michaux / Miserable Miracle / 1956

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  2. Έβγαλε τα ρούχα της και φόρεσε την ειδική στολή της λίμνης που της δώσανε. Ένα μακρύ νυχτικό με φτερά. Παντού μύριζε ροδόνερο. Κατάπινε για να συγκρατήσει τη μυρωδιά. Κρατούσε δυο βαριά κουπιά. Νόμιζε πως πετούσε. Κάθε τόσο γύριζε γύρω γύρω να δει το τοπίο αλλά έβλεπε μόνο κεφάλια από άλλους χλωμούς κωπηλάτες που χαμογελούσαν και νόμιζαν πως πετούσαν.

    Λίμνη / Τα μαλλιά του Φιν / Εύα Στεφανή / 2014

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