Medea. Euripides.
Medea, by Birgit Amadori
This is more than opera. This is more than Maria Callas portraying Medea.
This is a psychological portrait of unparalleled depth. Every single word is colored thoughtfully, every melodic line is given meaning….Her voice is cloaked in tears (Without actual tears, it’s all in the voice), anguish, vengeance, motherly love………to quote one of her fiercest critics: “As a listener, you want to say: You must not sing like this, must not burn yourself, tear yourself apart so utterly….yet the objection remains stuck in your throat. She sings as though her life was on the line. In the recorded history of opera, there is nothing as breathtaking as this.”
Is it any wonder that, after her, this opera sank back into (undeserved) obscurity?
Medea by Henri Klaggman
1868
Musee des Beaux-Arts de Nancy
Sverd i Fjell, Stavanger, Norway.
“His logic is so different from ours that it is incomprehensible.
But I can speak for him.
It’s his influence, despite your schemes and your interpretations, that causes you to love Medea.”
Medea (1969), dir. Pier Paolo Pasolini
Euripides
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A slave is he who cannot speak his thoughts.
Euripides (via heartbloodspirit)
BOTTICINI, Francesco
The Three Archangels with Tobias
c. 1470
Tempera on wood, 135 x 154 cm
Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence
10 piasters,Egyptian coins
Portrait of Rosalind, Edward Robert Hughes
(Source: dancing-with-heart)
Pareja egipcia (fecha desconocida).
Egyptian Gods
