Giacomo Leopardi | L'infinito / The Infinite

Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle,

e questa siepe, che da tanta parte

dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude.

Ma, sedendo e mirando, interminati

spazi di lá da quella, e sovrumani

silenzi, e profondissima quiete

Caspar David Friedrich | A Walk at Dusk, about 1830-1835 | The J. Paul Getty Museum, Los Angeles

Loïc Jouannigot, 1953 | Children's book illustrator

Loïc Jouannigot, born in Brittany, France, is a children's book illustrator.

A graduate of the École des Beaux-Arts, he has worked for the children's book and advertising industries.

From 1987 onwards, he became known more widely as an illustrator of children's literature, with the beginning of a long series of publications on "La famille Passiflore" ("Beechwood Bunny Tails") with texts by Geneviève Huriet.

This serie has been a real best-seller, being translated in 28 languages.

Van Gogh's flowers

Vincent van Gogh was a flower fan!

It all began in Paris, where he lived for two years (1886-88).

During his time there, he noticed that flower still lifes sold well.

Some French artists even specialised in painting flower still lifes.

Van Gogh started painting flower still lifes in the hope they would sell well.

Vincent van Gogh | Bouquet of Flowers in a Vase, 1890 | Metropolitan Museum of Art

Tamara de Lempicka | Russian Dancer, 1924

Russian Dancer was created in 1924 by Tamara de Lempicka (Polish Art Déco painter, 1894-1980).

The painting is part of the Collection of Polish businessman and art collector Marek Roefler/ Villa la Fleur, Konstancin-Jeziorna, Poland.

Russian Dancer, posthumously titled in reference to the Ballets Russes - the troupe founded by Serge Diaghilev, which took Paris by storm in the 1910s and 1920s with its innovative choreography and gleaming costumes and sets designed by Russian artists-portrays a woman dressed in folk attire from southern Russia.

Tamara de Lempicka | Russian Dancer, 1924

Louis Aragon | Non esistono amori felici / There is no happy love, 1943

Nulla appartiene all’uomo. Né la sua forza

Né la sua debolezza né il suo cuore E quando crede

Di aprire le braccia la sua ombra è quella di una croce

E quando crede di stringere la felicità la stritola

La sua vita è uno strano e doloroso divorzio

Non esistono amori felici.

Marc Chagall