Oh William Blake, Giant William Blake! (The paintings of William Blake).
He was a poet and painter with many visions. He is one of the artists that he constitutes as a reference in the fantastic current, within the panorama of the 19th century. He had a religious exaltation that within his interior will take him to look for the allegorical; next to its remoteness with reality. Many of his works are inspired by Dante, in Swedenborg, of texts as cryptic as the bible, since the cryptic for him made his imagination a delirious volcano.
He has a lucid art of innocence, of an Armenian fervor; as well as Satanism. Good and evil were not a problem for him. He recorded his poems through a collapse of writing and lighting that could stand out in his watercolors. Both innocence and experience, both heaven and hell. They were not limit for him.
Already by the year 1795. His own drama appeared; next to the books he seized, small but full of imagination and drama, lacking in reason. It was William Blake and, clearly, he was out of his time. He always believed in genius; He suffered incomprehension and understanding for others. Understanding that could only rejoice in his canvases, full of symbolism: naked bodies, almost phantasmagorical, and with much resemblance to ectoplasmas. It was William Blake, and he painted things of the world. His world.
Despite his incomprehension, he had already been trained for the eighteenth century, and his influence in the Rococo manifested it with asymmetrical ornaments and with certain contoured shapes. You can also see a certain influence of Michelangelo in him. (...), it could be said that his art has roots in the beauty of the Baroque and the prolific art of Noveau.
Blake had translated into his style values of spirituality and mysticism, with a great sense of the tragic, making many of his works apocalyptic lights. In the majority of his disciples of later centuries retained a little that fervent spiritualism, but they maintained with novelty an ornamental writing, and a spirit, so decorative that it diminishes even the soul.
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The Ghost of a Flea! I still remember the first time I saw it, was like the evading unknown embodied. By being patient enough, we can still have a glance of the fleeing flea on his last move, hiding behind the curtains of the stage of the modern world of science.