Aleksandra K. Nowak

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"Alexandra K. Nowak received her education in both her native Poland and in the United States. Her subjects range from psychologically loaded portrait to fantastic, phantom-like figures and very liquid and musical landscapes. Her style combines elements of Expressionism, Symbolism and Art Nouveau in a peculiar and original manner, like some bizarre yet logical collaborations between Edvard Munch and Gustav Klimt. She is an artist who imbues every subject that she paints, including a single purple iris, with a limpid sensuality and sense of emotion. The figures by Alexandra K. Nowak have also the sinuous elegance and erotic undertones that we associate with Egon Schiele, even though most of her models, unlike his are fully clothed.  Her landscapes are very alive and inviting with a feeling of poetry and music. In the last several years she has served as Director of the Skulski Art Gallery, Polish Cultural Foundation in Clark, New Jersey. Her works can be found in many collections in the U.S. including Johnson & Johnson and Hoyt National Art Institute. Her exhibits where held by such places as Polish Institute of Arts & Science of America, Consulate General of Poland, Harvard University, Johnson & Johnson World Headquarters, Polish Embassy in Washington, D.C. and Hoyt National Institute for the Arts. "

 By Maurice Taplinger & Lawrence Downes. Found at this webpage.

I thought the above image was very simple, emotional and honest. Really beautiful. I discovered it at the 'JKK Fine Arts - Gallery of Modern Symbolism' blog, which is full of great stuff. Here's some more Nowak:

Agnieszka In White

(Title unknown)

Angel

 I'm reading Wuthering Heights at the moment for the first time. A few quotes that i've highlighted for my coursework popped into my head whilst looking at the work of this artist. I'm not even halfway through the book, but here's the quote/s, they're Cathy on her love for Heathcliffe (at the age of 16):

"He's more myself than i am. Whatever our souls are made from, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightening, or frost from fire"

"Who is to seperate us, pray? They'll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as i live, Ellen -  for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing, before i could consent to forsake Heathcliffe"

"I cannot express it, but surely you and everyone have a notion that there is, or should be an existence of yours beyond you. What were the use of creation if i were entirely contained here? My great miseries in the world have been Heathcliffe's miseries, and i watched and felt each from the beginning; my great thought in living is himself. If all else perished, and he remained, i should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the Universe would turn to a mighty stranger. I should not seem a part of it. My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, i'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliffe resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, i am Heathcliffe - he's always, always in my mind - not as a pleasure, any more than i am always a pleasure to myself - but, as my own being - so, don't talk of our seperation again - it is impracticable; and - "

Kate Rusby - Who Will Sing Me Lullabies

Lots of love 

Lucy

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