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Élisabeth Chaplin

Élisabeth Chaplin (b. 1890) was a French painter who lived in Tuscany for most of her life. She was connected to many of the painters of the Les Nabis movement, and much of her work relates to the themes of symbolism, post-impressionism, and early modernism.

She spent much of her life at Villa Treppiede in Fiesole, Florence, and continued painting up until her death in 1982.

Self-portrait [painted when Chaplin was 13]
Due ritratti
Rest in Egypt
Portrait of Ms. Ida Cappechi [Élisabeth's companion of 70 years]
The Three Sisters
Martha and Mary
Ida, anni Cinquanta


I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
    high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
    I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, 'My dear bird, we are wasting time
These old bones will still work; they are not for you.' But how
    he looked, gliding down
On those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the
    over the precipice. I tell you solemnly
That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak
become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes--
What a sublime end of one's body, what an enskyment; what a life
after death.

-- Robinson Jeffers, Carmel-by-the-Sea, published posthumously in The Beginning and the End (1963)

City Maps

Illustrated city maps include some of my favorite 1950s-style cartography.

Roma Moderna, illustrated city map
Map of Trent
Illustrated map of Rome
Nearly-isometric buildings on a perspective projection of Florence
New York City illustrated blocks map

Seán Keegan

The Mullingar Lea / The Flogging Reel

Jim Harrison on Dreams

Only a culture like ours would discount a third of their lives.

– Jim Harrison, on dreams