Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

Archive for the category “Still Life”

Still Lifes

Life flows like a stream.

If I were Henri Bergson, I would say they capture the flux of life. They are not to use the literal translation of still life in Greek (νεκρή φύση): dead nature. They do not to use Wordsworth, “murder to dissect.”

So consider if you will the works of Heda, Kalf, Ruysch, and Bosschaert. Here is the latter’s Vase with Flowers in a Window from 1611:

Post Navigation