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Lot Essay
In this your picture
I see the moon, all gold and silver
Reflected in the sea below...
And on the surface of the sea
There plays a breeze which leaves a trail
Of trembling ripples, like a shower
Of fiery sparks or else the gleaming headdress
Of a mighty King!
Forgive me if I err, great artist,
Your picture has entranced me so,
Reality and art are one,
And I am all amazement.
So noble, powerful is the art
That only genius could inspire!
Translated from the Italian eulogy written by Joseph Mallord William Turner in 1842 upon sight of one of Ivan Aivazovskii's paintings.
I see the moon, all gold and silver
Reflected in the sea below...
And on the surface of the sea
There plays a breeze which leaves a trail
Of trembling ripples, like a shower
Of fiery sparks or else the gleaming headdress
Of a mighty King!
Forgive me if I err, great artist,
Your picture has entranced me so,
Reality and art are one,
And I am all amazement.
So noble, powerful is the art
That only genius could inspire!
Translated from the Italian eulogy written by Joseph Mallord William Turner in 1842 upon sight of one of Ivan Aivazovskii's paintings.