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Powerful and immaterial

Powerful and immaterial

On earth as it is in heaven

On earth as it is in heaven

Taming fire

Taming fire

Quest for Fire

Quest for Fire

The raw and the cooked

The raw and the cooked

Roasting, frying, grilling, boiling and braising

Roasting, frying, grilling, boiling and braising

Household arts

Household arts

It's Winter, light the fire!

It's Winter, light the fire!

Heating the artist's workshop

Heating the artist's workshop

Adding fuel to the fire

Adding fuel to the fire

From earthenware jug to fridge

From earthenware jug to fridge

Alchemy

Alchemy

Vulcan's forges

Vulcan's forges

Magic of transparency

Magic of transparency

The Candelabra's luster

The Candelabra's luster

The electricity fairy

The electricity fairy

City lights

City lights

The steam horse

The steam horse

Boom!

Boom!

3, 2, 1...blastoff!

3, 2, 1...blastoff!

Fear in the city

Fear in the city

Caught in the cross fire

Caught in the cross fire

Auto-da-fé

Auto-da-fé

Show me a sign

Show me a sign

Witches and the stake

Witches and the stake

Up in smoke

Up in smoke

Saint John's bonfires

Saint John's bonfires

Like a great sun

Like a great sun

One last bouquet

One last bouquet

On earth as it is in heaven

Fire's natural manifestations are brutal and violent. Natural fire, whether celestial or telluric, conjures the wrath of Zeus/Jupiter/Thor or Hephaestus (Vulcan). From the magical, thunderbolt-firing weapon of Zeus's shield—about five million lightning bolts strike the earth each day—to terrifying volcanic eruptions such as Krakatoa and its global social and demographic repercussions, natural fire reminds us of our humble condition.

Flowers of Fire

In ages past, since Chaos' mighty throes,
This crater's pit its flaming brood unchained,
Till grandly lone its fiery plume attained
A loftier height than Chimborazo knows.

Yet silence here with muffled footstep goes,
The bird now slakes his thirst where cinders rained,
While earth's congealed blood, lava, has constrained
The soil to deep, inviolate repose.

Yet,-act supreme of fire in time of old,-
Within the crater's mouth forever cold,
Making the comminuted rocks to glow,

Like peal of thunder in the silence rolled,
Standing in pollen dust of powdered gold,
The flame-born cactus opens its gorgeous blow.

José-Maria de Heredia, Sonnet from The Trophies
Translated by Edward Robeson Taylor, published by Bibliophile

Caught between these forces beyond our control, humankind can only behave itself and venerate the appropriate gods...

Volcano Described - Pierre Alechinsky
Volcano Described

Volcanoes are a recurrent theme in Pierre Alechinsky's work following his discovery of Tenerife. Here one is mixed with other central preoccupations of the artist.

The exploded, very elaborate composition of the space reminds us of his training in typography. The spirals and calligraphy in the background, "unknotted writing knotted into a different shape," show his pleasure in drawing. The spouting, hesitant, cumbersome stroke hints of a rudimentary world in the making, "I hope contemporary art abandons its blind faith in a desperate technology, I hope we go back to using our hands."

Pierre Alechinsky

Pierre Alechinsky was born in Brussels in 1927. He enrolled in the Brussels-based architecture and visual arts school École nationale supérieure d'Architecture et des Arts visuels de Bruxelles, where he studied the techniques of illustration, typography, printing and photography. In 1949, he joined the artists of the CoBrA (Copenhagen, Brussels, Amsterdam) group, attracted by their spontaneity and rejection of formalism.

Alechinsky then settled in Paris, where he frequented Alberto Giacometti and Bram van de Velde. Throughout his work, he continued to explore new techniques, such as calligraphy, which he discovered in Japan in 1955, and ink and acrylic painting, encountered during trips to the United States.

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Excerpt from the Fourth Movement (Thunder - Storm) of the Sixth (Pastoral) Symphony

Published in April 1809 by Breitkopf and Härtel as Opus 68, the Sixth Symphony stands out among Beethoven's symphonic compositions. Written contemporaneously with the Fifth, it is the composer's only "program music," an exercise subsequently much practiced by the romantics.

Very free in form—it has five movements instead of the four typical of classical symphonies—the last three movements follow one another without a break. It is a passionate hymn to the countryside, hence the descriptive "pastoral." In the fourth movement, Beethoven literally describes a storm, with cellos, string basses and kettle drums representing the thunder, violins raindrops and a piccolo the wind.

Ludwig van Beethoven

Ludwig Van Beethoven, a prolific composer of more than 340 works, was born in Bonn in 1770 into a musical family of modest means. His father, an alcoholic brute, realized young Ludwig's talent as a performer and tried unsuccessfully to have him exhibit as a young piano virtuoso, following in the footsteps of Mozart. Beethoven studied composition, with Neefe, Haydn and Salieri, and began a career as an organist and pianist. His encroaching deafness, however, which first appeared in 1798, forced him to give this up. Beethoven then devoted himself entirely to composing, moved by an exuberant inspiration and creativity lauded by his music-loving contemporaries.

A pivotal composer in the transition between the Classical and Romantic styles, he took music's evocative power to new heights by accentuating nuances to an extreme and showing the orchestra new subtleties. Ill, unhappy in love, derided as a misanthrope because he isolated himself to hide his disability and sometimes depressed, he nonetheless never stopped creating an immense body of often joyous work, for piano, chamber music, quartets, symphonies and opera. A progressive, he ardently cultivated his independence, going so far as to write one of his patrons, a prince of his state, "The Prince that you are, you are by accident of birth. What I am is of my own making. There are and will be a thousand princes. There is only one Beethoven." He died in Vienna, where he had been living since 1792, in 1827. Schubert was one of the torchbearers at his funeral and some 20,000 admirers gathered at the cemetery.

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