Joseph Farquharson - Boulach, the Port of Cairo, Ferdinando Carulli - Capriccio, Eugene Field - Wynken, Blynken and Nod

This painting by Joseph Farquaharson is very different from his quiet sheep in snowy pastures pictures that we have been studying, and yet the pastel colors and water reflections are familiar.  The setting is very different, but you can still catch the flavor of the artist in his work.   Blue and orange are complementary colors, notice how the artist uses them to enhance each other. Lots of fun details to notice here.



Today's piece is a complicated guitar piece with a lot of energy and obviously taking a lot of skill to play.  Capriccio by Ferdinando Carulli
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dENMD2zAsIQ


One of my favorite poems by Eugene Field is Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.  I enjoy the sounds of the words and the dreamy word pictures.

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,-- Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe; And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew; The little stars were the herring-fish That lived in the beautiful sea. "Now cast your nets wherever you wish,-- Never afraid are we!" So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam,-- Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home: 'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be; And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea; But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed; So shut your eyes while Mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:-- Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.