[...]the simplicity is that peculiar Scandinavian Calvinist simplicity that is permanently pitched between sin and mourning. The rooms are obsessively tidy, the light fixedly non-sensual. If it caught so much as a sniff of voluptuousness it would flap its black skirts and scream.
These are spaces to hover in, and maybe that's why they called the exhibition The Poetry of Silence. Put it another way. Think of Ingmar Bergman remaking Wim Wenders's Wings of Desire. Or put it still another way...
Though I hadn't heard of Hammershoi until five days ago when I read about him on Ms. Baroque's blog, I already like him. And the doors.
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I already like him too. And Ms. Baroque's blog. Thanks for posting this.
Spacebar, I hope you accept this award as a mark of my deep admiration for your work.
ano
Banno: my pleasure!
anitha: thanks!
Something for you on my blog, Space Bar.
Michael Palin presented a lovely hour-long programme on Hammershøi a few years ago; recently shown again on BBC. He wanted to form a Friends of Hammershøi society, and you can sign up here (but am not sure if the site is active any longer).
Here's a good summary of Palin's documentary. Have fun!
feanor: thanks for the links!
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