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Island of Venus

It's time for lesson in Art and Literature.. from yours truly! :)

I've always been a devourer of literature.. from the British romantic comedies to the unorganized Rockstar biographies to the modern classics. I want to tell you about two books that I am currently interested in. What captivated me most about them was not the content of their words (although both were written in unique and sophisticated prose) but what attracted me to them in the first place. The cover art.

People often comment and go on about the art on musical albums, as I have in the past, in this blog at times (still love vampire weekend's contra which hangs with pride in my bedroom) but often overlook the wonderful art that can be found on the outside of books!

The Birth of Venus

Like it's tagline, Art, Sex and Florentine Hysteria.. This novel is about a young girl during the renaissance, the most powerful time in the history of art, trying to find the freedom in life that all artists yearn for. The cover shows Alessandra dressed in gossamer fabric, a look of melancholy. Like Venus herself, she seems to know things about love and sex that those of us alive for decades could never understand.

The famous painting by Botticelli has become one of my favorite pieces of art.. a survivor of the dark days of Florence.. hidden away for years and suddenly emerging as a ray of light and rebirth among the admirers of art and beauty everywhere. I love this painting because (The fact that everything about the painting's composition is perfect goes without saying) of what it represents for in the world of art and of the idea of immediate immaculateness.. love at first sight. 

The second book is the one I am reading right now and the inspiration for this post.
Island Beneath the Sea

This novel was originally written in Spanish and translated recently for the english folk. So far, it's about a prostitute, some military men and many, many,opressed young females. I have a type.

I enjoy the cover of this book for many reasons. The painting that graces it is by Ana Juan, a talented illustrator. I was drawn to this cover first by the sadness in the young girl's eyes and secondly by the exotic and soft skin tone. Thirdly, I was drawn to this novel by the subtle display of the North American-tabooed taboo of nipples by design. The female nipple fascinates me a little more than I'm willing to admit.. mostly because of the fact that it is so tragically forbidden. 

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