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Joseph Mallord William Turner’s is considered to be the pre–cursor to impressionism and particularly affected the techniques of such artists as Claude Monet. His landscapes depicted the grandeur of nature and often focused on its unsullied qualities. Art critic John Ruskin thought his work, ‘stirringly and truthfully measure the moods of Nature.

Though there is some controversy about Turner’s actual birthdate the artist believed he was born on 23 April, 1775. Turner showed an inclination towards embracing art as his vocation early in his life. He travelled across Europe, starting from France and Switzerland, to enrich his experience and studied the famous artwork on exhibition in Louvre. The beauty of Venice naturally seduced his artistic senses. Its waterways found prominence in the portrayal of the city as seen in many of his paintings.

Turner’s personal life was marred by bouts of depression. He had very few friends and his father worked as his studio assistant for a number of years. Following his father’s death in 1829, his nervous condition grew worse. This talented artist’s journey on earth culminated on 19 December 1851. He left a part of his considerable fortune for the advancement of young artists in need of financial assistance. His stormy sea scenes introduce a flurry of emotions in the minds of every observer to this date. Turner believed,

There’s a sketch at every turn.


Albert Weisgerber was born on 21 April, 1878 in St Ingbert. After spending his childhood in Kaiserslautern he worked as an apprentice to a decorative painter in Frankfurt. Albert Weisgerber honed his artistic skills further in the Academy of Fine Arts, Munich (1897 – 1901) and befriended such personalities as Paul Klee, Wassily Kandinsky, Hans Purrmann and Gino de Finetti there. Shortly after this, he started working in The Youth as an illustrator and continued in this role till 1913. The son of a baker and innkeeper, Albert Weisgerber was quick to find tales worth narrating on canvas in the beer gardens of St Ingbert. The artist often seemed to reveal the very emotional core of the subjects whom he was featuring in his portraits and figurative work. This coupled with his unique, often broad, brushstrokes endeared his images among his companions and admirers. A trip to Florence with Gino de Finetti created a profound impression on him. An earlier tour of Paris exposed him to the paintings of Toulouse–Lautrec, Cézanne and Manet. His life though was cruelly cut short by war in May, 1915, Fromelles, French Flanders and his talent as an artist did never truly realise its fruition.


Joan Miró (20 April 1893 – 25 December 1983) was born into a family of goldsmiths and watchmakers in Barcelona. He is noted for his paintings, sculptures, and ceramic art. His childlike enthusiasm and a natural disdain about the conventional way of painting prevalent at that point of time persuaded him to experiment with a number of methods starting from realism, fauvism to surrealism. Noted author Ernest Hemingway purchased one of his artwork titled The Farm and considered it to be comparable to James Joyce’s Ulysses. He said,

It has in it all that you feel about Spain when you are there and all that you feel when you are away and cannot go there. No one else has been able to paint these two very opposing things.

In 1918, Joan Miró settled in Paris and created many of famous paintings, including The Farm, there. About his own life and work he commented,

For me an object is something living. This cigarette or this box of matches contains a secret life much more intense than that of certain human beings. When I see a tree, I receive an impact as if it were somebody breathing, somebody speaking. A tree, too, is something human.
O spirit of man, most holy,
The measure of things and the root,
In our summers and winters a lowly
Seed, putting forth of them slowly
Thy supreme blossom and fruit;
In thy sacred and perfect year,
The souls that were parcel of thee
In the labour and life of us here
Shall be rays of thy sovereign sphere,
Springs of thy motion shall be.
Algernon Charles Swinburne (via itsquoted)
Great minds comprehend more in a word, a look, a pressure of the hand, than ordinary men in long conversations, or the most elaborate correspondence.
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I think that’s whats fun…stretching yourself and not feeling safe all the time. I don’t like feeling safe when I work. I don’t think people can do their best work if they do feel safe, because they don’t set themselves up for anything, for any real challenge.
Elizabeth Montgomery (via itsquoted)
The events in our lives happen in a sequence in time, but in their significance to ourselves they find their own order: the continuous thread of revelation.
Eudora Welty (via itsquoted)
In order to judge of the inside of others, study your own; for men in general are very much alike, and though one has one prevailing passion, and another has another, yet their operations are much the same; and whatever engages or disgusts, pleases, or offends you in others, will, mutatis mutandis, engage, disgust, please, or offend others in you.
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