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Faure is probably the most enthusiastic art historian I've ever read. Even if yous don't know the works he'due south writing most, and fifty-fifty if you aren't thinking nigh them every bit you lot read, his language is a fu
I don't know why the english language versions of this book aren't listed, just I did read it in English, not French (pitiful Prof. Winston!) It'south huge though - the library copy I got was book two, and even that is two separate 500 page books bound together. (I'll read volume i when the look list gets to me.)Faure is probably the well-nigh enthusiastic art historian I've ever read. Even if you don't know the works he's writing nigh, and even if you aren't thinking about them as you lot read, his linguistic communication is a fucking barrage of embodied emotion. I only started reading him b/c I love the passage that Jean-Paul Belmondo reads to his girl at the beginning of 'Pierrot le Fou', but that is just the starting time. Faure makes language tremble with vitality, and you tin can almost hear his pen shaking like Artaud's as he writes (he was just able to channel his energies a flake better, but his spirit is quite similar) - and that'due south even in translation.
examples:
"Wheras every living spirt, worthy of domination and strength, struggles unceasingly to individualize himself, to separate himself from the earth; he [ Rembrandt] accepts it wholly. The world merges with his being to such a degree, all external movements re-repeat in his mankind so suddenly and and then intoxicatingly that he no longer distinguishes that which is himself from that which is the world, nor realizes that all the things of the earth are hymns which are within him. It is because in that location was, between the world and himself, a pitiless interchange, a kind of silent frenzy of want, reborn immediately after the possession.When he had not succeeded in dragging to his room some outcast in society to lure to his rima oris and his optics all of his one-time tired soul, when he did not notice his older brother in that location, dilapidated and hollowed out by his piece of work, or his son Titus with his optics of shadowy flame, or Hendrickje always ready to exit the stove and her dishcloth to put an amber necklace around her neck, undress, and give her flanks the embrace of light and of the mind, he must needs, to gratify his fever, stand before a mirror, grimace, laugh, look grave, feign fearfulness or requite utterance to his suffering. Life for him was a continuous surprise and discovery. It did not allow him an 60 minutes of respite. All his misfortunes, his misery, and the oblivion into which he slipped were zippo as compared to the increasing torture of beingness unable to grasp the flight of things and perceive the time which was left him to live and to learn, becoming briefer and slipping away more quickly, in the measure that the universe widened its limits and flowed back into him, always more moviong and more circuitous and more than seecret. The approach of decease is non actually dramatic salvage for him who feels that he will never possess life."
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"We live by our original innocence; but when movements of ideas are born effectually usa and encircle united states of america picayune past little, like corking waters around an island, if our innocence refuses to excerpt from them the nourishment which will renew it, a frightful aridity succeeds the bursting forth of fruits which rendered it so savory. That which kills is not learning: information technology is the failure to feel what one learns. Innocence is immortal to him who is ever seeking. It is reborn of its ashes, and the new presentiment appears only when feel and study have destroyed or confirmed the older presentiment."
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I love books. Nada is more beautiful (except women) than volume. Fifty-fifty damages, even old, a book remains beautiful.
Elie Faure had an encyclipedic projects. Resume in three books the globe art history. Yesterday I found the 3 books in a box. They aged rather well. Absolutely, research in fine art modified our vision, but it is well fabricated.
I can merely speak to The Spirit of The Forms, but information technology was masterfully comprehensive and beautifully translated. At times information technology was very aesthetic in nature, and the analyses and critiques within covered e
Originally written by Elie Faure in French. Translated to English by Walter Pach. Five Volumes spanning from 1903-1937. Ancient Art, Medieval Fine art, Renaissance Art, Mod Art, and The Spirit of The Forms. I couldn't find this data conspicuously summarized anywhere online, so I wanted to share here!I can only speak to The Spirit of The Forms, but it was masterfully comprehensive and beautifully translated. At times it was very aesthetic in nature, and the analyses and critiques within covered everything from ancient cavern drawings to modern organized religions. Highly recommend for anyone interested in fine art, history, philosophy, and / or religions. Left me wanting more, what a masterpiece!
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