Webpage found: Art Magick
As I stated before, I like Art very much. Art communicates more and different things than words can. Especially in Art there is a long gone present moment of the Artist frozen in time and transportet to us today. The Artist communicates (knowingly or unknowingly) his ideas, feelings and his inner self to us. If it comes to the world of epiphany, a poem, a picture, a song or even a dance tells us much more than a plain description could. In my opinion art (and Symbols) transcendents language and I would be rather interested to know if this holds true and therefore pushes the limits of science as defined by Wittgenstein in the Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus.
And the description of this Webpage is also very much in my direction:
ArtMagick is a virtual gallery dedicated to the continual quest of seeking out obscure 19th century artists and long-forgotten paintings and poems illustrating a “magic world of romance and pictured poetry”. The majority of the content in the archive covers the Pre-Raphaelite and Symbolist movements.
So do as I do, brows this very cool virtual gallery and get a feeling for the inner message of the shown artwork! Maybe you will find your own epiphany by it. Following is some Artwork I liked:
George William Russell (AE)
Year written: 1897
From ‘The Earth Breath and Other Poems’ by A.E. (George William Russell).
Twilight, a blossom grey in shadowy valleys dwells:
Under the radiant dark the deep blue-tinted bells
In quietness reimage heaven within their blooms,
Sapphire and gold and mystery. What strange perfumes,
Out of what deeps arising, all the flower-bells fling,
Unknowing the enchanted odorous song they sing!
Oh, never was an eve so living yet: the wood
Stirs not but breathes enraptured quietude.
Here in these shades the Ancient knows itself, the Soul,
And out of slumber waking starts unto the goal.
What bright companions nod and go along with it!
Out of the teeming dark what dusky creatures flit,
That through the long leagues of the island night above
Come by me, wandering, whispering, beseeching love;
As in the twilight children gather close and press
Nigh and more nigh with shadowy tenderness,
Feeling they know not what, with noiseless footsteps glide
Seeking familiar lips or hearts to dream beside.
O voices, I would go with you, with you, away,
Facing once more the radiant gateways of the day;
With you, with you, what memories arise, and nigh
Trampling the crowded figures of the dawn go by,
Dread deities, the giant powers that warred on men
Grow tender brothers and gay children once again;
Fades every hate away before the Mother’s breast
Where all the exiles of the heart return to rest.