~Gustav Robert Hogfeldt

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Gustav Robert Högfeldt werd geboren op
13 februari 1894 in Eindhoven, Nederland;
† 5 juni 1986 in Djursholm (Zw.)
Hij was een Zweedse schilder, illustrator en cartoonist.

Högfeldt studeerde kunst in Düsseldorf 
en van 1913/17 in Stockholm op de Academie
en tevens in Parijs.
Högfeldt was vooral voor zijn humoristische
schilderijen en boekillustraties bekend.
Sommige van zijn werken zijn in het Zweedse Nationaal Museum.
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Gustav Robert Högfeldt
was born februari 13th 1894
in Eindhoven, Nederland;
† june 5 1986 in Djursholm.

Swedish illustrator with quite a Disneyesque
style who created a troll world fit for children's
books and postcards but quite detached from
the trolls of rural folklore. "Urban trolls" one might
call them - cute and posing no risk to anybody.
He may be said to be the best of the
Scandinavian troll postcard artists.
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~Nancy Noel

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  A Reverence for Life

Art heals, informs, transforms and inspires.
  Nancy Noel, a philanthropist and painter,
is also a visionary.  She captures the essence
of her subjects, depicting them with reverence
which quiets the mind and comforts the heart. 
Noel's timeless paintings describe a world both
natural and mystical, with a finesse that
speaks directly to the soul.

Sensitive portraits of animals and Amish children
made Noel a household name. 
The intimacy of the Amish children portrayed is not
seen in mainstreamed American culture. 
In contrast, the African series demonstrates
a unique versatility bringing us face to face
with the haunting charisma of a diminishing culture. 
At the same time, Nancy's angelic messengers float
ethereally on canvas, all asking the viewer to see
beyond the paintings into another dimension;
encouraging us closer to our divinity in
celebration of who we are.

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"Each day, I marvel at the number of people I have

had the privilege to reach through my work.

          However, my greatest gift has been
the people who reach me."

                                                                           N. A. Noel

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~Jean Jacques Grandville

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Die Pilgerfahrt der Blumengeister 
Jean Jacques Grandville
1803 – 1847
He was a French caricaturist and illustrator.
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The Pilgrimage of the Flower Spirits.
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Thanks to my Friend Cornelia!

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~Adolie Day

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~Sunday Poem!

"The Old Mountain Troll"
translated by Charles Wharton Stork in 1930:
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The evening draws on apace now
The night will be dark and drear;
I ought to go up to my place now,
But 'tis pleasanter far down here.

Mid the peaks where the storm is yelling
'Tis lonely and empty and cold;
But 'tis merry where people are dwelling,
In the beautiful dale's green fold.

And I think that when I was last here
A princess wondrously fair,
Soft gold on her head, went past here;
She'd make a sweet morsel, I swear!

The rest fled, for none dared linger,
But they turned when far off to cry,
While each of them pointed a finger:
"What a great, nasty troll! oh, fie!"

But the princess, friendly and mild-eyed,
Gazed up at me, object of fright,
Though I must have looked evil and wild-eyed,
And all fair things from us take flight.

Next time I will kiss her and hold her,
Though ugly of mouth am I,
And cradle and lull on my shoulder,
Saying: "Bye, little sweet-snout, bye!"

And into a sack I'll get her,
And take her home with me straight,
And then at Yule I will eat her
Served up on a fine gold plate.

But hum, a-hum! I am mighty dumb,--
Who'd look at me then so kindly?
I'm a silly dullard--a-hum, a-hum!
To think the thing out so blindly.

Let the Christian child go in peace, then;
As for us, we're but trolls, are we.
She'd make such a savory mess, then,
It is hard to let her be.

But such things too easily move us,
When we're lonely and wicked and dumb,
Some teaching would surely improve us.
Well, I'll go home to sleep-a-hum!

by Gustaf Fröding (Swedish poet)
Painting by Rolf Lidberg.

~Ruth Wang

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Toronto-based illustrator and crafter who loves art,
fashion, food and nature.
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~Sunday Poem

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There is a pleasure in the pathless wood
There is a rapture in the lonley shore
There is society where none intrudes
By the deep sea, and Music in its roar.
I love not man the less, but nature more.

 

by Lord Byron
Painting by Mahmood al Khaja