How was your commute home? On my way from work I often cut through a woodsy park, full of overgrown trees and ancient-looking ferns. Last week the commute home held a few surprises. Remember Vilja? The only person in the park was a soprano belting out arias in the desolate gazebo. Just a few steps later, a deer frozen in the green clearing, perhaps appreciating the singing. Alas, no magic on the way home today. Only pre-teens on bikes and dog-walkers.
Here are a couple paintings that (partially) capture the feeling of enchantment.
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Henri Rousseau, Tropical Forest with Monkeys, 1910 National Gallery of Art, John Hay Whitney Collection |
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Gustav Klimt, Beech Forest, 1902 Finding a decent photo of the painting proved to be tricky - as I refuse to include image of a poster of the same painting. I finally clipped this from web version of Klimt book by Gilles Neret. |
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