Charles Francois Grand (1787-1845) was French and was the foremost dealer of his time, appointed luthier to the Royal Court of France. Ingles & Heyday.
Compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.
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The dry daybreak left behind
water runs, water flows
west, at the evening songs
the rains and the rivers flow.
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Years have done their deed
by the looks of the old oak trees
green leaves breathe in the summer heat.
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The golden nights of a thousand moonlights, dreamt away by the sea.
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Time and tide
day or night
time and tide
rain or shine.
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The auctioneer found the bidder by the eye before the bidder’s call vibrated the eardrums.
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The steady pace of the clock tick-tock
tick-tock, tick-tock –!
the tick picks up the twilight of the day.
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Musical notes are beautiful but their boundaries are supreme.
These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.
Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.
The golden nights of a thousand moonlights, dreamt away by the sea.
Nicolas Lupot (1758-1824) is known as the French Stradivari who shaped along with Jean-Baptiste Vuillaume the French violin making in the 19th century.
Dolce Fine Violins.
Musicpainting Compositions. Acrylic Paint on Infusberry Paper, 240 x 333mm.
Time and tide
day or night
time and tide
rain or shine.
The auctioneer found the bidder by the eye before the bidder’s call vibrated the eardrums.
The steady pace of the clock tick-tock, tick-tock picks up in the twilight of the day.
Aliens in my soup, is it the time or is it that late?
Don’t count the hours or the grain of sand, starry or the late old nights.
Listen, a lower star, wondering further down the road to heaven.
Empty waves on a silver moonlight, rippling on.
Musical notes are beautiful but their boundaries are supreme.
The language of music hovers and whips the souls. The light threads ahead.
The touch of sensitive fingers, the language of the souls, waves of music with flawless control.
These musical paintings should be viewed with an eye-sense of music.
Out of the darkness, light’s desire was to be born.
