The Works of Gouthe

Painting includes in its range the surface, colour and shape of anything created by nature; and philosophy penetrates into the same bodies and takes note of their essential virtue, but it is not satisfied with that truth, as is the painter, who seizes hold of the primary truth of such bodies because the eye is less prone to deception.”

“If the painter wishes to see beautiful things which will enchant him he is able to beget them; if he wishes to see monstrous things which terrify, or grotesque and laughable things, or truly piteous things, he can dispose of all these; if he wishes to evoke places and deserts, shady or dark retreats in the hot season, he represents them, and likewise warm places in the cold season. If he wishes valleys, if he wishes to descry a great plain from the high summits of the mountains, and if he wishes after this to see the horizon of the sea, he can do so; and from the low valleys he can gaze on the high mountains, or from the high mountains he can scan the low valleys and shores; and in truth all quantities of things that exist in the universe, either real or imaginary, he has first in his mind and then in his hands; and these things are of so great excellence that they beget a harmonious concord in one glance, as do the things of nature.

Thoughts on Art and Life

Leonardo da Vinci

2 months ago

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

-Neruda

8 months ago

After the flood.

In decadent case

the water expels

from behind the veil

of prosperity.

Thirst awaits.

8 months ago

The Last Rainforest.

8 months ago

Sudden Love, Sudden Loss

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Thoughtful men, Thoughtless ways

8 months ago

The Dream.

8 months ago

Oils & metallic ink on canvas

Heart on Fire

This love is like a forest fire in the moss, once sweeping though, it never really leaves, just burns quietly underground, unable to be extinguished searching for a way back up for air

8 months ago

The Rise from Hell and The Rise to Paradise

‘Even as he is who seeth in a dream,

And after dreaming the imprinted passion Remains, and to his mind the rest returns not,
Even such am I, for almost utterly Ceases my vision, and distilleth yet Within my heart the sweetness born of it;’

-Il Paradiso, Canto XXXIII

Dante

8 months ago

Adorning Life.

8 months ago

Yearning.

8 months ago

Oils on 36” x 36” canvas

Prima Ballerina Assoluta

8 months ago

Oils and metallic paint marker on 36” x 36” canvas

Self Portrait.

8 months ago