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levkonoe1. Добавила картинку к посту про кота и рыбака в комментариях. Оба очень хороши.
2. Нашла еще одну версию Thomаs Kinkade "Emerald Valley" - там файл в таких приглушенных тонах, а тут более радужно, но и более кинкейдово. Долго думала, какая мне больше нравится, и решила, что тускловатая. Хотя в реале, скорее всего, она как раз цветная.
На сайте Кинкейда про эту картину написано вот что:
My family heralds from Ireland and I have long had a romantic attachment to the Emerald Isle. In Emerald Valley I paint an ideal vision the “auld sod” that I like to believe could stille found if you knew where to loo God’s heavenly light pours from the skies‚ illuminating a landscape so verdantly green that it suggests the bounty of nature unspoiled. It seems in Ireland storms are eternally either passing by or roaring in. In Emerald Valley I create a village scene that suggests a timeless way of life. Here dirt farmers haul a freshly harvested load of hay for the livestock; here grannies take over the child rearg‚ while mothers tend to the domestic chores essential for survival in the rugged terrain. Rocks are ripped from the earth to build roads and fences‚ the stone bridge heralds this rustic heritage. Waterways fill the valleys‚ making for a play of light between lakes and sky.
2. Нашла еще одну версию Thomаs Kinkade "Emerald Valley" - там файл в таких приглушенных тонах, а тут более радужно, но и более кинкейдово. Долго думала, какая мне больше нравится, и решила, что тускловатая. Хотя в реале, скорее всего, она как раз цветная.
На сайте Кинкейда про эту картину написано вот что:
My family heralds from Ireland and I have long had a romantic attachment to the Emerald Isle. In Emerald Valley I paint an ideal vision the “auld sod” that I like to believe could stille found if you knew where to loo God’s heavenly light pours from the skies‚ illuminating a landscape so verdantly green that it suggests the bounty of nature unspoiled. It seems in Ireland storms are eternally either passing by or roaring in. In Emerald Valley I create a village scene that suggests a timeless way of life. Here dirt farmers haul a freshly harvested load of hay for the livestock; here grannies take over the child rearg‚ while mothers tend to the domestic chores essential for survival in the rugged terrain. Rocks are ripped from the earth to build roads and fences‚ the stone bridge heralds this rustic heritage. Waterways fill the valleys‚ making for a play of light between lakes and sky.
