A spontaneously combustible being consumed by an inner fire while remaining relatively intact.
– John Howe, defining ‘Phlogiston’
from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Victor Hugo
which sounds enticingly inscrutable and esoteric, simply refers to the practice of gambling.
She of the whirlwind; the stormy one; storm swift.
(inspired by a typo)
Martlet: old name for swallow.
Hirondelle: French for swallow (Arundel).
Catalan – Ocell; pron. oh-kell(?)
Italian – Uccello; pron. oo-kell-oh(?)
Occitan – Aucèl.
Old French – Oisel / Oiselet; pron. oa-ze-lei
“moving billow of water,” 1526, from wave (v.), replacing M.E. waw, which is from O.E. wagian “to move to and fro” (cf. Old Saxon, Old High German, wag, Old Frisian weg, Old Norse vagr “water in motion, wave, billow,” Gothic wegs “tempest” see wag (v.)). The usual O.E. word for “moving billow of water” was yð. As for “billow”, it is attested from 1552, from O.N. bylgja “a wave,” from Proto-Germanic bulgjan, from Proto-Indo-European bhelgh- “to swell”, or “to belly”.
Etymology aside, I believe that what attracts me in waves is that they are the essence of everything a painting is not. They are never still. They are a continuous challenge composed of exquisitely fleeting instants. Every second is a provocation of sorts, a chaos theory conjugation of elements – light, water, wind, current, shore – that can never be properly captured.
– John Howe,