“As human beings, our greatness lies not so much in being able to remake the world
… as in being able to remake ourselves.” – Mahatma Gandhi
Vincent van Gogh
"This painting comes from a series of 15 canvases that Vincent van Gogh dedicated to the subject of olive trees during his stay at the asylum of Saint-Rémy-de-Provence, where he committed himself after suffering a series of breakdowns. When free to wander the countryside, he explored the region’s olive groves. “The murmur of an olive grove,” he wrote to his brother Theo, “has something very intimate, immensely old about it.” The artist’s animated brushwork and stylized passages of broken color suggest that he painted the scene directly from nature. They communicate the essence of olive trees with their twisting trunks and heavy canopy in the light of southern France."
I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its leaves are a little yellow, its tone mellower, its colours richer, and it is tinged a little with sorrow and a premonition of death. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor of the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and is content. From a knowledge of those limitations and its richness of experience emerges a symphony of colours, richer than all, its green speaking of life and strength, its orange speaking of golden content and its purple of resignation and death. ~ Lin Yutang
Pharmacies were great patrons of maiolica potteries from the early fifteenth century onward. Usually housed in monastic hospitals or royal residences, pharmacies often commissioned large sets of matching jars which were displayed in rows on shelves around the walls. Each jar was marked with the name of the drug it contained. Spouted jars were used to store and dispense liquid medicine. Early examples were closed by tying parchment over the top.