Tuesday, 30 January 2018

Summer in the Sun






























Nicole Page-Smith, 2017





Eternity

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sunrise.

William Blake







Saturday, 20 January 2018

Summer in the Sun
















Nicole Page-Smith, 2017









"The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do." Galileo Galilei
















Friday, 6 October 2017

Birds of land and air and sea






















The photographs, "Birds of land and air and sea", 
by Nicole Page-Smith, 
were taken on a trip to the natural history museum.














"Before you the winds flee, and at your coming the clouds forsake the sky. For you the inventive earth flings up sweet flowers. For you the ocean levels laugh, the sky is calmed and glows with defused radiance." 


Lucretius





















Monday, 31 July 2017

Birds of land and air and sea






















"Birds of land and air and sea" is a series of photographs of New Zealand bird species by Nicole Page-Smith.













"When first the day puts on the aspect of spring, when in all its force the fertilizing breath of Zephyr is unleashed, then, great goddess, the birds of air give the first intimation of your entry; for yours is the power that has pierced them to the heart." Lucretius

















Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Under Milk Wood


























Jeffrey Harris, Under Milk Wood, 1971, Collection Auckland Art Gallery Toi o Tamaki, New Zealand

















































Monday, 10 July 2017

Autumn Leaves II














Nicole Page-Smith, Autumn Leaves, 2017











"At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it boarders on taste, and more honey sweet where you feel it touching the first sounds. Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost."

Rainer Maria Rilke (Letters on Cezanne)














Wednesday, 5 July 2017

My dream of the North Island


Jeffrey Harris, My dream of the North Island, 1978










"I'm hoping for a Renaissance Days II and III.

Angels of History and Destiny, Art New Zealand