Showing posts with label Kirby Fairchild. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kirby Fairchild. Show all posts

Oct 4, 2022

Breathtaking hues as fall officially moves in 🍂

 

The burst of colors were a last swirling fling before the trees went into the final cycle. 

It was an order Kirby accepted—birth, growth, decay, rebirth.

 

The Art of Deception


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The damp air, fat as a soaked sponge, the flickers of light filtering through the trees, the swirl of the oncoming autumn made it all a fine day, in Connor’s opinion, 

to tromp around the wood following the hawks.

 

Shadow Spell










Oct 1, 2021

The Beauty of Seasons

 


The forest had always appealed to her. In mid- autumn, it shouted with life. The burst of colors were a last swirling fling before the trees went into the final cycle. It was an order Kirby accepted—birth, growth, decay, rebirth.


The Art of Deception



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Dominicus Johannes Bergsma, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons




Reasons Fall Is Our Favorite Season Ever

 

Leaves are cool and all, but can we also get a holler for fewer mosquito bites, new seasons of TV, and no more bikini line maintenance? Fall. Is. The. Best.


Reader's Digest





Apr 5, 2019

"Paintings have a life of their own that derives from the painter's soul." ~Vincent Van Gogh








Van Gogh, she knew, could have done no better.


The Art of Deception




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This Exhibit Gives Visitors the Experience of Stepping Inside Van Gogh’s Paintings


Last year, Culturespaces introduced us to the Atelier des Lumières. Putting a technological twist on the glistening work of Gustav Klimt, this luminous exhibition magically transformed an old iron foundry in Paris into an immersive installation. Now, the Atelier des Lumiéres is back, turning that same space into a Vincent van Gogh wonderland.






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She laughed. “Aye, an elephant. And a zebra
and a kangaroo. I’d like to see the paintings from
the artists you’ve seen, and the ones I found in your
books. Michelangelo and DaVinci, Van Gogh,
Monet, Beethoven.”
“Beethoven was a composer. I don’t believe
he could paint.”



Valley of Silence






Mar 21, 2019

Celebrating Bach





She closed her eyes, opened herself to the music as she drew out Bach. 
The lovely, complicated and romantic notes from his Suite Number I in G 
for Unaccompanied Cello.
Her mind could rest with the music. Flow with it. Quiet. 
Here was comfort, the mathematics and the art, blended together into beauty.
For these precious moments, she had and would drag the cumbersome instrument
 on every plane, truck, train, to every dig no matter how problematic.
Soothed, she set the bow aside.



Birthright 





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Google Doodle celebrates the composer's birthday with AI music game


Search engine giant makes its first-ever AI-powered doodle in an incredible tribute to the Baroque composer.


Today, you can mark the 334th birthday of Johann Sebastian Bach by creating your own two-bar chorale in perfect harmony.










J.S. Bach was born in Germany on 21 March 1685, spending his life as a church and court musician, writing over 1,200 works for organ, choirs, chamber ensembles and orchestras.








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"Why don't you play, Kirby?" Fairchild poured a second brandy for himself
and Adam. "It helps clear my mind."
"All right." With a quick smile for Adam, Kirby moved to the far end of the
room, running a finger over a wing-shaped instrument he'd taken for a small
piano.
It took only a few notes for him to realize he'd been wrong. A harpsichord,
he thought, astonished. The tinny music floated up. Bach. Adam recognized
the composer and wondered if he'd fallen down the rabbit hole. No one—no
one normal—played Bach on a harpsichord in a castle in the twentieth
century.
Fairchild sat, his eyes half closed, one thin finger tapping while Kirby
continued to play. Her eyes were grave, her mouth faintly moist and sober.



The Art of Deception






Sep 24, 2018

Autumn 🍂



The damp air, fat as a soaked sponge, the flickers of light filtering through the trees, the
swirl of the oncoming autumn made it all a fine day, in Connor’s opinion, to tromp around
the wood following the hawks.



Shadow Spell



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By Dietmar Rabich, CC BY-SA 4.0, 
https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=61475246





Throw a Fall Harvest Party


Entertaining: Autumn Party











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The forest had always appealed to her. In mid- autumn, it shouted with
life. The burst of colors were a last swirling fling before the trees went into
the final cycle. It was an order Kirby accepted—birth, growth, decay, rebirth.



The Art of Deception