Christine's New Chapter

Yeah, I should have stayed home and written today. But instead, I took the last bit of free time I'll have this entire week and ran to spend it at the Getty.

Well, having failed utterly to capture Moliere in a pencil drawing (I really must draw every day. Must must must.), I stood there admiring him and taking notes. I loved the strong line of his throat, where the eye was drawn to the open collar and the looseness of his cravat. The slightest suggestion of a dimple in his chin. The moustache that curled away on either side, leaving the middle of his upper lip bare. His lips - the upper one thin, the lower one full, the whole a pleasing sight.

His eyes are just that bit wistful, seeing something off to my left that I cannot see. His hair is thick and has a slight curl - I envy him his hair, and decide it is a romantic dark brown. He looks like he's just tumbled a saucy wench and he's watching her dress. Truly a rake of his generation. And now I find I am so fascinated that I've got to pick up a biography on him. Blast. Just what I need - another book to read!

Jean-Baptiste Poquelin, called Moliere. Best terracotta sculpture of 1781, IMHO.

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I did get to see the rest of the Getty as well - the decorative arts on the first floor, the paintings on the second floor including the new Titian (which was awesome, but I prefer Venus & Adonis to the portrait) and a couple of Rembrandts. Overall, not too impressed with their paintings, as LACMA has a much better, broader selection.

Saw a bit of their antiquities, and it made me homesick for the old Getty by the sea. That's scheduled to open in 2005; but boy, it won't be as crammed, cheek-to-jowl, with treasures as it once was. And that, in a way, is much of a pity.

So, no, I didn't write today. I spent my time communing with Moliere, studying Titian and Rembrandt, seeing how they repaired a statue of Marcus Aurelius. Kind of, oh, I don't know, blew the cobwebs from my brain.

Oh, and I did say goodbye to Moliere. And safe journey. He lives at the Musee des Beaux Arts, Orleans, France.

It will be a long time before I see him again.

Christine's New Chapter Never look down... DEMON SOUL was released in MARCH, 2011 by Crescent Moon Press. DEMON HUNT will most likely be released 2012. This, then, is my new reality! The tumor has been removed and I'm recovering, so now it's all about the writing...and dealing with the writing.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Mood: sad Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-01-21 5:17 PM A Moliere Farewell Yeah, I should have stayed home and written today. But instead, I took the last bit of free time I'll have this entire week and ran to spend it at the Getty. Well, having failed utterly to capture Moliere in a pencil drawing (I really must draw every day. Must must must.), I stood there admiring him and taking notes. I loved the strong line of his throat, where the eye was drawn to the open collar and the looseness of his cravat. The slightest suggestion of a dimple in his chin. The moustache that curled away on either side, leaving the middle of his upper lip bare. His lips - the upper one thin, the lower one full, the whole a pleasing sight. His eyes are just that bit wistful, seeing something off to my left that I cannot see. His hair is thick and has a slight curl - I envy him his hair, and decide it is a romantic dark brown. He looks like he's just tumbled a saucy wench and he's watching her dress. Truly a rake of his generation. And now I find I am so fascinated that I've got to pick up a biography on him. Blast. Just what I need - another book to read! Jean-Baptiste Poquelin, called Moliere. Best terracotta sculpture of 1781, IMHO. ***************************************************** I did get to see the rest of the Getty as well - the decorative arts on the first floor, the paintings on the second floor including the new Titian (which was awesome, but I prefer Venus & Adonis to the portrait) and a couple of Rembrandts. Overall, not too impressed with their paintings, as LACMA has a much better, broader selection. Saw a bit of their antiquities, and it made me homesick for the old Getty by the sea. That's scheduled to open in 2005; but boy, it won't be as crammed, cheek-to-jowl, with treasures as it once was. And that, in a way, is much of a pity. So, no, I didn't write today. I spent my time communing with Moliere, studying Titian and Rembrandt, seeing how they repaired a statue of Marcus Aurelius. Kind of, oh, I don't know, blew the cobwebs from my brain. Oh, and I did say goodbye to Moliere. And safe journey. He lives at the Musee des Beaux Arts, Orleans, France. It will be a long time before I see him again. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top