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Ellemeno:
A plate of madeleines for the Proust painter
southendmd:
Kerry:
--- Quote from: injest on May 20, 2009, 10:58:33 pm ---well I like it...it isn't as 'finished' as your later pics but you can see glimmers...I like how bold and abrupt the colors are..raw...
I just noticed the wedding rings...
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Yep, those dang wedding rings. ::) How does that song go? "It should've been mee-ee!" :'( It wouldn't be the last time this would happen to me. What is it about me that makes men want to run off and marry women? Don't answer that! ;) ;) ;) :laugh:
Kerry:
--- Quote from: sel on May 21, 2009, 04:13:14 am ---I can see the despair in this hand, interesting the presence of the wedding rings.
Have just listened to the three videos featuring the music by Tchaikovsky, part 2 is the one I like best.
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Part 3 is my favourite. Why? In a word - Orgasmic! ;D
Kerry:
--- Quote from: Ellemeno on May 21, 2009, 09:51:16 am ---
A plate of madeleines for the Proust painter
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Ooh, Clarissa, those madeleines look absolutely scrummy! And I love the dainty little teacup too. Shall I pour? :)
”I raised to my lips a spoonful of the tea in which I had soaked a morsel of the cake. No sooner had the warm liquid mixed with the crumbs touched my palate than a shudder ran though me and I stopped, intent upon the extraordinary thing that had happened to me. An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, something isolated, detached, with no suggestion of its origin…this new sensation having had on me the effect which love has of filling me with a precious essence; or rather this essence was not in me, it was me. I had ceased now to feel mediocre, contingent, mortal. Whence could it have come to me, this all-powerful joy? I sensed that it was connected with the taste of the tea and the cake, but that it infinitely transcended those savours, could not, indeed, be of the same nature. Whence did it come? What did it mean? How could I seize and apprehend it?” From the Overture to Swann’s Way, Volume I of In Search of Lost Time, by Marcel Proust.
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