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The Russian Art Gallery: A Home to Great Works of Art: Aug 15, 4:20pm 4 reviews fine-arts
http://www.russianartgallery.org/famous/index.htm

Leon Bakst - Supper: Aug 15, 4:15pm 0 review fine-arts
http://www.russianartgallery.org/famous/bakst_supper.htm

Ilya Repin - Autumn Bouquet: Aug 15, 4:09pm 2 reviews fine-arts
http://www.russianartgallery.org/famous/bouquet.htm

Lady in the Realm, Watercolor by Lynne Cerro: Feb 18, 12:02pm 0 review fine-arts
http://www.lynnecerro.com/Gallery/14.html

:Richard Johnson - Work Zoom: Le Danse de la Sylphide: Dec 28, 2007 11:05am 5 reviews fine-arts
http://data.fineartstudioonline.com/dataviewer.asp?keyvalue=2095&subkeyvalue=...; "La Danse de la Sylphide" By Richard Johnson A description from Act 1 of La Sylphide ... http://www.dancedirectory.co.za/content/articles/articles.asp?MID=53&Section=BalletStories "The interior of a farmhouse in Scotland It is James' wedding day. While the young Scotsman is asleep in his chair and an enchanting creature, a sylphide, dances around him and finally kisses him. James wakes up instantly and sees the sylph he has just been dreaming of standing before him. He tries to catch her, but she eludes him and vanishes. Perplexed, he sinks back into his chair."

http://www.nimbvs.com/incarnadine.html: Dec 26, 2007 7:43pm 5 reviews fine-arts
http://www.nimbvs.com/incarnadine.html; "Nocturne" by Linda Joyce Franks

http://www.nimbvs.com/keeper.html: Dec 26, 2007 7:39pm 2 reviews fine-arts
http://www.nimbvs.com/keeper.html; "Keeper of the Key" by Linda Joyce Franks From the pages of the artist: "The images in this section of the site are works of art created purely for the sake of pleasure. Art for arts sake. Art for the sake of the soul. Most are oil paintings. All were created using traditional materials." http://www.nimbvs.com/fineart.html

Seth garland of The Society for Art of Imagination: Nov 19, 2007 6:38pm 2 reviews fine-arts
http://www.artofimagination.org/Pages/GarlandS.html; "Diminishing Seconds" by Seth Garland

Kahlil Gibran (Gibran Khalil Gibran) Biography / Bio: Oct 24, 2007 8:50pm 5 reviews fine-arts
http://www.kahlil.org/bio.html; Excellent resource for Khalil Gibran From the site: "Gibran dies in a New York hospital on 10th April 1931 at the age of 48, the result of his cancer spreading. The New York Sun declares 'A Prophet Is Dead' and the people of the city hold a two day vigil, he is mourned in both America and Lebanon. In July his sole surviving sister - Mariana, accompanied by Mary and Henrietta, travel to Lebanon and bury Gibran. An immense procession follows his coffin from the port of Beirut to his hometown of Bsharri where he is to be buried." Gibran wrote A Tear and a Smile in 1914 with "A Poet's Death is His Life" as one of the parts: "The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens. There in the suburb stood an old hut heavily laden with snow and on the verge of falling. In a dark recess of that hovel was a poor bed in which a dying youth was lying, staring at the dim light of his oil lamp, made to flicker by the entering winds. He a man in the spring of life who foresaw fully that the peaceful hour of freeing himself from the clutches of life was fast nearing. He was awaiting Death's visit gratefully, and upon his pale face appeared the dawn of hope; and on his lops a sorrowful smile; and in his eyes forgiveness. He was poet perishing from hunger in the city of living rich. He was placed in the earthly world to enliven the heart of man with his beautiful and profound sayings. He as noble soul, sent by the Goddess of Understanding to soothe and make gentle the human spirit. But alas! He gladly bade the cold earth farewell without receiving a smile from its strange occupants. He was breathing his last and had no one at his bedside save the oil lamp, his only companion, and some parchments upon which he had inscribed his heart's feeling. As he salvaged the remnants of his withering strength he lifted his hands heavenward; he moved his eyes hopelessly, as if wanting to penetrate the ceiling in order to see the stars from behind the veil clouds. And he said, "Come, oh beautiful Death; my soul is longing for you. Come close to me and unfasten the irons life, for I am weary of dragging them. Come, oh sweet Death, and deliver me from my neighbours who looked upon me as a stranger because I interpret to them the language of the angels. Hurry, oh peaceful Death, and carry me from these multitudes who left me in the dark corner of oblivion because I do not bleed the weak as they do. Come, oh gentle Death, and enfold me under your white wings, for my fellowmen are not in want of me. Embrace me, oh Death, full of love and mercy; let your lips touch my lips which never tasted a mother's kiss, not touched a sister's cheeks, not caresses a sweetheart's fingertips. Come and take me, by beloved Death." Then, at the bedside of the dying poet appeared an angel who possessed a supernatural and divine beauty, holding in her hand a wreath of lilies. She embraced him and closed his eyes so he could see no more, except with the eye of his spirit. She impressed a deep and long and gently withdrawn kiss that left and eternal smile of fulfilment upon his lips. Then the hovel became empty and nothing was lest save parchments and papers which the poet had strewn with bitter futility. Hundreds of years later, when the people of the city arose from the diseases slumber of ignorance and saw the dawn of knowledge, they erected a monument in the most beautiful garden of the city and celebrated a feast every year in honour of that poet, whose writings had freed them. Oh, how cruel is man's ignorance!