25 June 2017 – Beleaguered in Bothell: Part IV

Musings in Summer: George Alexiou

“Nothing that happens to you was meant to be. The only thing about you that was meant to be is you. Blaze your own trail.”

Art for Summer – Part I of VI: Matt Brackett (American, contemporary)

Below – “When the Wind Is Blowing in the East”


Musings in Summer: H.L. Mencken

“When a candidate for public office faces the voters he does not face men of sense; he faces a mob of men whose chief distinguishing mark is the fact that they are quite incapable of weighing ideas, or even of comprehending any save the most elemental — men whose whole thinking is done in terms of emotion, and whose dominant emotion is dread of what they cannot understand. So confronted, the candidate must either bark with the pack or be lost… All the odds are on the man who is, intrinsically, the most devious and mediocre — the man who can most adeptly disperse the notion that his mind is a virtual vacuum. The Presidency tends, year by year, to go to such men.”

Art for Summer – Part II of VI: Robert Birmelin (American, contemporary)

Below – “Steps – Woman in White”


Musings in Summer: Marcel Proust

“Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world only, our own, we see that world multiply itself and we have at our disposal as many worlds as there are original artists, worlds more different one from the other than those which revolve in infinite space, worlds which, centuries after the extinction of the fire from which their light first emanated, whether it is called Rembrandt or Vermeer, send us still each one its special radiance.”

Below – Rembrandt: “Aristotle with a Bust of Homer”; Vermeer: “Woman in Blue Reading a Letter.”

Art for Summer – Part III of VI: Luigi Fumagalli (Italian, contemporary)

Below – Untitled Japanese Woman

A Poem for Today

“Bless Their Hearts”
By Richard Newman

At Steak ‘n Shake I learned that if you add
“Bless their hearts” after their names, you can say
whatever you want about them and it’s OK.
‘My son, bless his heart, is an idiot,’ 
she said. ‘He rents storage space for his kids’ 
toys—they’re only one and three years old!’ 
I said, ‘my father, bless his heart, has turned 
into a sentimental old fool. He gets 
weepy when he hears my daughter’s greeting 
on our voice mail.’ Before our Steakburgers came
someone else blessed her office mate’s heart,
then, as an afterthought, the jealous hearts
of the entire anthropology department.
We bestowed blessings on many a heart
that day. I even blessed my ex-wife’s heart.
Our waiter, bless his heart, would not be getting
much tip, for which, no doubt, he’d bless our hearts.
In a week it would be Thanksgiving,
and we would each sit with our respective
families, counting our blessings and blessing
the hearts of family members as only family
does best. Oh, bless us all, yes, bless us, please
bless us and bless our crummy little hearts.


Art for Summer – Part IV of VI: Ralph Gagnon (American, 1919-1996)

Below – “Nude Blonde”

Musings in Summer: Loren Eiseley

“The need is not really for more brains, the need is now for a gentler, a more tolerant people than those who won for us against the ice, the tiger and the bear. The hand that hefted the ax, out of some old blind allegiance to the past fondles the machine gun as lovingly. It is a habit man will have to break to survive, but the roots go very deep.”


Art for Summer – Part V of VI: Dana Clancy (American, contemporary)

Below – “Winter Weight”


Musings in Summer: Peter Singer

“To protest about bullfighting in Spain, the eating of dogs in South Korea, or the slaughter of baby seals in Canada while continuing to eat eggs from hens who have spent their lives crammed into cages, or veal from calves who have been deprived of their mothers, their proper diet, and the freedom to lie down with their legs extended, is like denouncing apartheid in South Africa while asking your neighbors not to sell their houses to blacks.”

Below – A veal farm.

Art for Summer – Part VI of VI: Christopher Gallego (American, contemporary)

Below – “Kitchen Radiator” (drawing, charcoal and graphite on paper)

A Second Poem for Today

“Sleepers”
By David Black

A ‘sleeper’, they used to call it—
four passes with the giant round saw
and you had a crosstie, 7 inches by 9 of white oak—
at two hundred pounds nearly twice my weight
and ready to break finger or toe—

like coffin lids, those leftover slabs,
their new-sawn faces turning gold and brown
as my own in the hot Virginia sun,
drying toward the winter and the woodsaw

and on the day of that chore
I turned over a good, thick one
looking for the balance point

and roused a three-foot copperhead,
gold and brown like the wood,
disdaining the shoe it muscled across,

each rib distinct as a needle stitching leather,
heavy on my foot as a crosstie.

Contemporary Russian Art – Igor Galanin

In the words of one writer, “Igor Galanin began as an artist in Soviet Russia by illustrating children’s books and designing sets for the Moscow ballet theater. His desire for a career as an artist in the Western tradition took him and his young family to Rome, where he had his first solo exhibition in 1972. Upon arriving that same year in the United States, he had shows in some small and lovely places for example, an exhibit at the Red Barn Gallery on Fisher’s Island. His surreal style combines pop images from the paintings of Richard Lindner and the Cubist work of Max Ernst and Marc Chagall.”

Below – “Vermont Bears”; “Night II – Tiger”; “Bottom of the Sea”; “Her Knee”; “Everyone Left Forever”; “Parrot in Flight.”

Musings in Summer: Pat Conroy

People give me looks of pity and ask me why I want to wallow in my disconnection from a very connected world. It is simple. The world seems way too connected to me now. It seems to be ruining the lives of teenagers and bringing out the bestial cruelty in those who can hide their vileness under the mask of some idiotic pseudonym. I like to sit alone and think about things. Solitude is as precious as coin silver and it takes labor to attain it.”

American Art – Richard Sheehan (1953-2006)

In the words of one writer, “‘It’s not the quaint or pretty that interests me; it’s the dramatic interplay of masses, the change of scale from something huge to something tiny,’ Richard Sheehan once said. His urban landscapes investigate the architectonic structures of roadways, underpasses, and the grittier side of city structures. Working outdoors year-round, Sheehan transformed the Boston neighborhoods where he grew up and returned to after graduate school. Although his paintings are reflections of his deeply felt connection with a particular place, Sheehan’s work communicates, with broad brushstrokes and vivid colors, a visual language that goes beyond the specific.”

Below – Untitled; “Johnson, Vermont, USA”; “Fourth of July, ’86, USA”; “Collins Street”; “Blackstone, November ’92”; Untitled (Land); “Grey House.”


Musings in Summer: Annie Dillard

“These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.”


Contemporary American Art – Malcolm Furlow

In the words of one writer, “You recognize his hallmarks: electrifying colors, vibrant portraiture, and masterfully constructed scenes borne from both introspection and retrospect Malcolm Furlow’s prolific body of work continues to earn critical acclaim around the world. Overwhelmingly considered a living legend, the master painter remains a significant figure in the fabric of the American Southwest. Malcolm Furlow’s paintings command principal placement in exhibitions, philanthropist campaigns, and private collections around the world.”

Below – “Wolf Pack”; “Firewatch Bears Up a Tree”; “Oglala Shaman”; “Johnny Ringo”; “Century Man”; “Warrior at the Table.”

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Current Events – Part XL

“There is nothing which I dread so much as a division of the republic into two great parties, each arranged under its leader, and concerting measures in opposition to each other. This, in my humble apprehension, is to be dreaded as the greatest political evil under our Constitution.” ― John Adams, second President of the United States (1797-1801).

Below – John Trumbull: “John Adams”

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Current Events – Part XXXIX

“When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons.” ― Anaïs Nin
In the words of one writer, Anaïs Nin, born Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell, February 21, 1903 – January 14, 1977), was an essayist and memoirist born to Cuban parents in France, where she was also raised. She spent some time in Spain and Cuba, but lived most of her life in the United States, where she became an established author.”

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Beleaguered in Bothell – Part III

Musings in Summer:George Alexiou

“As you change your point of view, your views bring about a change in you.”

Art for Summer – Part I of VI: Paul Resika (American, contemporary)

Below – “Figures and Fire”


Musings in Summer: Ambrose Bierce

“Corporation, n. An ingenious device for obtaining individual profit without individual responsibility.”


Art for Summer – Part II of VI: Richard Ryan (American, contemporary)

Below – “Bird II”


Musings in Summer: Carl R. White

“All I have is me, myself and I and we are all getting really tired of each other.”

Below – Jo-ann Doherty: “Me, myself, and I”


Art for Summer – Part III of VI: Roman Frances (Spanish, contemporary)

Below – “Serenity”


A Poem for Today

“Crossing Shoal Creek”
By J. T. Ledbetter

The letter said you died on your tractor
crossing Shoal Creek.
There were no pictures to help the memories fading
like mists off the bottoms that last day on the farm
when I watched you milk the cows,
their sweet breath filling the dark barn as the rain
that wasn’t expected sluiced through the rain gutters.
I waited for you to speak the loud familiar words
about the weather, the failed crops—
I would have talked then, too loud, stroking the Holstein
moving against her stanchion—
but there was only the rain on the tin roof,
and the steady swish-swish of milk into the bright bucket
as I walked past you, so close we could have touched.


Art for Summer – Part IV of VI: Art Fronckowiak (American, 1949-2009)

Below – “Cedar Glow”


Musings in Summer: Plato

“In politics we presume that everyone who knows how to get votes knows how to administer a city or a state. When we are ill… we do not ask for the handsomest physician, or the most eloquent one.”


Art for Summer – Part V of VI: Mary Finley (American, 1908-1964)

Below – Untitled


Musings in Summer: Jay Leno

“The Supreme Court has ruled that they cannot have a nativity scene in Washington, D.C. This wasn’t for any religious reasons. They couldn’t find three wise men and a virgin.”


Art for Summer – Part VI of VI: Jesus Fuertes (Spanish, 1938-2006)

Below – “Cashew Nut Woman Vendor”

Musings in Summer: Annie Dillard

“There were no formerly heroic times, and there was no formerly pure generation. There is no one here but us chickens, and so it has always been: A people busy and powerful, knowledgeable, ambivalent, important, fearful, and self-aware; a people who scheme, promote, deceive, and conquer; who pray for their loved ones, and long to flee misery and skip death. It is a weakening and discoloring idea, that rustic people knew God personally once upon a time– or even knew selflessness or courage or literature– but that it is too late for us. In fact, the absolute is available to everyone in every age. There never was a more holy age than ours, and never a less.”

Contemporary American Art – Paul Sattler

Paul Sattler attended Albright College (Reading, Pennsylvania, 1987-1989), School of the Art Institute of Chicago (1989-1991, BFA Painting/Printmaking), and Indiana University, Bloomington, Henry Radford School of Fine Arts (1992-1994).

Below – “Protest Against the Sun”; “Remedy”; “Reservoir”; “Shore”; “The Overlook”; “Letters to Cross (Henri Matisse to Henri Edmond Cross).”

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Current Events – Part XXXVIII

“In our civilization, and under our republican form of government, intelligence is so highly honored that it is rewarded by exemption from the cares of office.” ― Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914), American wit and author.

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23 June 2017 – Beleaguered in Bothell: Part II

Musings in Summer: Besa Kosova

“A homeless man visited my store today. The few quarters that he had in his pocket he invested on books. I offered him free books, but he insisted on giving me his quarters. He walked away filled with joy as if he possessed the world’s riches in his hands. In a way, he did. He left me smiling and knowing that he was wealthier than many others.”


Art for Summer – Part I of IV: Stephanie Pierce (American, contemporary)

Below – Untitled


Musings in Summer: H.L. Mencken

“The state — or, to make matters more concrete, the government — consists of a gang of men exactly like you and me. They have, taking one with another, no special talent for the business of government; they have only a talent for getting and holding office. Their principal device to that end is to search out groups who pant and pine for something they can’t get, and to promise to give it to them. Nine times out of ten that promise is worth nothing. The tenth time it is made good by looting ‘A’ to satisfy ‘B’. In other words, government is a broker in pillage, and every election is a sort of advanced auction on stolen goods.”

Art for Summer – Part II of IV: Pal Fried (Hungarian, 1893-1976)

Below – “Cowboy on Bucking Horse”


A Poem for Today

“Mockingbird”
By Judith Harris

I can hear him,
now, even in darkness,
a trickster under the moon,
bristling his feathers,
sounding as merry
as a man whistling in a straw hat,
or a squeaky gate
to the playground, left ajar
or the jingling of a star,
having wandered too far
from the pasture.

Art for Summer – Part III of IV: Viktor Friedl-Kiss (Hungarian, contemporary)

Below – “LowTide”

Musings in Summer:Johnny Cash

“I wore black because I liked it. I still do, and wearing it still means something to me. It’s still my symbol of rebellion — against a stagnant status quo, against our hypocritical houses of God, against people whose minds are closed to others’ ideas.”

Art for Summer – Part IV of IV: Peter Fromme-Douglas (Canadian, contemporary)

Below – Untitled (Drink Coca-Cola)


Musings in Summer: Friedrich Nietzsche

“There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.”

Below – Children in Yemen.


Contemporary Russian Art – Misha Frid

In the words of one writer, “Misha, an internationally acclaimed Russian sculptor, chose one thing he considered more important than his highly successful sculpture, his freedom and his family’s freedom. Even though a hero, the Soviet life stifled his creativity. As a graduate of the Surikov Art Institute and a member of the Soviet Sculptor’s Union, Misha accepted commissions arranged for him through a central office in the capital. The government provided him with a studio, sponsored his exhibitions and gave him work, but of course, was his sole employer. Misha traveled where directed and produced what was ordered. Misha’s works are owned by the Pushkin Museum of Fine Art and the Hermitage Museum in Leningrad, and have been exhibited in Japan, Poland and Germany. In 1967, his work was featured in the Russian Pavillion at Expo 1967 in Montreal. Frids’ personal and artistic lives have changed dramatically since his immigration to the United States in 1973. Misha was also the artistic director for Erte’s wonderful sculture. After 11 years in Los Angeles, Misha and his family settled in Toronto, Canada. A blend of vision and realism, Misha’s work represents a rare talent that bridges the centuries between the classical forms of Rodin and the sensual grace of Erte.”

Below – “Flute Player” (bronze); “Harp Player” (bronze); “Violinist” (bronze); “Equestrian” (acrylic sculpture); “Jazz”; “Odette (Swan Lake)” (acrylic sculpture).

A Second Poem for Today
(a beautifully crafted sonnet)

“Woman Feeding Chickens”
By Roy Scheele

Her hand is at the feedbag at her waist,
sunk to the wrist in the rustling grain
that nuzzles her fingertips when laced
around a sifting handful. It’s like rain,
like cupping water in your hand, she thinks,
the cracks between the fingers like a sieve,
except that less escapes you through the chinks
when handling grain. She likes to feel it give
beneath her hand’s slow plummet, and the smell,
so rich a fragrance she has never quite
got used to it, under the seeming spell
of the charm of the commonplace. The white
hens bunch and strut, heads cocked, with tilted eyes,
till her hand sweeps out and the small grain flies.

Below – Late 19th Century French School: “Feeding the Chickens”


Contemporary French Art – Francois Fressinier

In the words of one writer, “Francois Fressinier was born in Cognac, France in 1968. He attributes much of his passion for the human figure to the fact that both of his parents were professional portrait photographers. He studied advertising and fine art at the Ecole Brassart Technique et Privee in Tours, near Paris. Fressinier also received a strong academic training in art from his father, to whom he gives credit for teaching him not to paint, but to see. That unique sight, colored with an esteem for the expressive linear drawing of Egon Schiele, has evolved into a personal style that is fluid, truly lovely, and classical in nature. It is his mastery of light and shadow and the delicate economy of his line which call to mind the exquisite conte drawings of Leonardo or sketches done by Ingres or Raphael. Fressinier even states his favorite time in history as being In a time period where time, speed and productivity were not the number one occupation of our days.”

Below – “Buena Vista”; “Dress”; “Silent Dance”; “La Serenissima #1”; “Hidden Beauty”; “In Tempo.”

Musings in Summer: Marcel Proust

“Now there is one thing I can tell you: you will enjoy certain pleasures you would not fathom now. When you still had your mother you often thought of the days when you would have her no longer. Now you will often think of days past when you had her. When you are used to this horrible thing that they will forever be cast into the past, then you will gently feel her revive, returning to take her place, her entire place, beside you. At the present time, this is not yet possible. Let yourself be inert, wait till the incomprehensible power … that has broken you restores you a little, I say a little, for henceforth you will always keep something broken about you. Tell yourself this, too, for it is a kind of pleasure to know that you will never love less, that you will never be consoled, that you will constantly remember more and more.”

Below – Mary Rose Sanderson: “Memories of the Past”

Contemporary American Art – Scott Prior

In the words of one writer, “The subjects of Scott Prior’s paintings can best be described as ‘contemporary Americana’ (Ann Wilson Lloyd, Art in America, July 2002). Quotidian views of modest, often quirky houses, fairgrounds at night, portraits of family and his own backyard are all part of his repertory. These subjects are the opposite of grand. They are the elements of our everyday lives. And yet, Prior sheds his unique sense of light on all of these, bathing the ordinary with a luminosity that carries emotional weight. Much like the Dutch and Flemish Masters he so admires, Prior paints in exquisite detail, although the end result is no mere reproduction of an observed scene. Mysteries lie in the details.”

Below – “First Snow”; “Beach at Sunset”; “Three Cows at Sunrise”; “Beach in Fog at Sunset”; “Arcade by the Sea”; “Cows”; “Midway at Twilight.”

 

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Current Events – Part XXXVII

“Corrupt politicians make the other ten percent look bad.” ― Henry Kissinger, American diplomat, political scientist, and United States Secretary of State and National Security Advisor under the presidential administrations of Richard Nixon and Gerald Ford..

 

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22 June 2017 – Beleaguered in Bothell: Part I

Musings in Summer: Denis Waitley

“Mistakes are painful when they happen, but years later a collection of mistakes is what is called experience.”

Art for Summer – Part I of V: Shane Neufeld (American, contemporary)

Below – “Oculus”


Musings in Summer: H.L. Mencken

“The great artists of the world are never Puritans, and seldom even ordinarily respectable.”


Art for Summer – Part II of V: Galen Bradley (American, contemporary)

Below – “Pictures from the Floating World”

A Poem for Today

“Tonight”
By Ladan Osman

Tonight is a drunk man,
his dirty shirt.

There is no couple chatting by the recycling bins,
offering to help me unload my plastics.

There is not even the black and white cat
that balances elegantly on the lip of the dumpster.

There is only the smell of sour breath. Sweat on the collar of my shirt.
A water bottle rolling under a car.
Me in my too-small pajama pants stacking juice jugs on neighbors’ juice jugs.

I look to see if there is someone drinking on their balcony.

I tell myself I will wave.


Art for Summer – Part III of V: Roman Frances (Spanish, contemporary)

Below – “La Esplada”


Musings in Summer: Frank Sinatra

“Alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy.”

Art for Summer – Part IV of V: David Freeman (Indian, contemporary)

Below – “Secret Garden I”; “Secret Garden II”

A Second Poem for Today

“Behind the Plow”
By Leo Dangel

I look in the turned sod
for an iron bolt that fell
from the plow frame
and find instead an arrowhead
with delicate, chipped edges,
still sharp, not much larger
than a woman’s long fingernail.
Pleased, I put the arrowhead
into my overalls pocket,
knowing that the man who shot
the arrow and lost his work
must have looked for it
much longer than I will
look for that bolt.

Indian Arrowhead Artifact in Dirt

Art for Summer – Part V of V: Matt Brackett (American, contemporary)

Below – “Preparations at Dusk”


Musings in Summer: Bertrand Russell

“The life of Man is a long march through the night, surrounded by invisible foes, tortured by weariness and pain, towards a goal that few can hope to reach, and where none may tarry long. One by one, as they march, our comrades vanish from our sight, seized by the silent orders of omnipotent Death. Very brief is the time in which we can help them, in which their happiness or misery is decided. Be it ours to shed sunshine on their path, to lighten their sorrows by the balm of sympathy, to give them the pure joy of a never-tiring affection, to strengthen failing courage, to instill faith in times of despair.”


Contemporary American Art – Part I of II: Philip Pearlstein

In the words of one writer, Philip Pearlstein (born 1924) is an influential[1] American painter best known for Modernist Realism nudes. Cited by critics as the preeminent figure painter of the 1960s to 2000s, he led a revival in realist art. He is a Distinguished Professor Emeritus with paintings in the collections of over 70 public art museums.”

Below – “Model with Chrome Chair, Kiddie Car, Kimono, and Bambino”; “Superman”; “Contemplation”; Model with HMV Dog and Renaissance Bambino”; “Model on Kiddie Car Tractor”; “Merry-Go-Round.”

Musings in Summer: Annie Dillard

“We live in all we seek.”

Contemporary American Art – Part II of II: Richard Franklin

In the words of one writer, “Born in 1961 in Fort Belvoir, Virginia, Richard Franklin lived and studied in Europe, the Middle East, and throughout the United States. Having graduated from International University High School in Watford, England, Franklin attended Brigham Young University and the Colorado Institute of Art. He learned the art of oil painting studying with master artists in Saudi Arabia. Richard Franklin’s beautiful treatment of the human figure draws from the religious, mythological and secular visions of the past. To his compositions he added visuals elements of a more modern style. The result is his unique aesthetic, and perhaps the hope that the ideal of beauty sought by the Old Masters still exists in today’s world.”

Below – “Flora”; “Thisbe”; Untitled (Grecian Man); “Song of Athena”; “Eos”; “Vintage Festival”; “Danae”; “Calm as the Sea.”

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Current Events – Part XXXVI

“Go back to bed, America. Your government has figured out how it all transpired. Go back to bed, America. Your government is in control again. Here. Here’s American Gladiators. Watch this, shut up. Go back to bed, America. Here is American Gladiators. Here is 56 channels of it! Watch these pituitary retards bang their fucking skulls together and congratulate you on living in the land of freedom. Here you go, America! You are free to do what we tell you! You are free to do what we tell you!” – Bill Hicks (1961-1994), American stand-up comedian, social critic,, satirist, and musician.

 

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The First Day of Summer: 2017

Welcome, Summer 2017

Below – A time-lapse photograph of the Summer Solstice on the California Coast.

Art for Summer – Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida: “Strolling along the Seashore”

Greeting Summer: F. Scott Fitzgerald

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

Below – Gustave Klimt: “Apple Tree”


Art for Summer – Edouard Manet: “Dejeuner sur l’Herbe”


Greeting Summer: Maud Hart Lovelace

“It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.”

Below – Roger Bean: “California Gold”


Art for Summer – Edward Henry Potthast: “Summer Pleasures”

Greeting Summer: Steven Millhauser

“In the long dusks of summer we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to happen.”

Below – Edward Hopper: “Sun on Prospect Street”

Art for Summer – Thomas Dewing: “Summer”


A Poem for Summer

“Summer Night, Riverside”
By Sara Teasdale

In the wild soft summer darkness
How many and many a night we two together
Sat in the park and watched the Hudson
Wearing her lights like golden spangles
Glinting on black satin.
The rail along the curving pathway
Was low in a happy place to let us cross,
And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom
Sheltered us,
While your kisses and the flowers,
Falling, falling,
Tangled in my hair….

The frail white stars moved slowly over the sky.

And now, far off
In the fragrant darkness
The tree is tremulous again with bloom
For June comes back.

To-night what girl
Dreamily before her mirror shakes from her hair
This year’s blossoms, clinging to its coils?

Below – John William Waterhouse: “Ophelia” (1894)

Art for Summer – Claude Monet: “The Artist’s Garden at Vetheuil”

Greeting Summer: Alison Croggon

“At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats.”

Below. – Carol Schiff: “Blue and Yellow Wildflowers”


Art for Summer – Andre Derain: “Boats in the Harbor at Collioure”


A Second Poem for Summer:

“Summer Holiday”
By Robinson Jeffers

When the sun shouts and people abound
One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of
bronze
And the iron age; iron the unstable metal;
Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-
ered-up cities
Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.
Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains
will cure them,
Then nothing will remain of the iron age
And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem
Stuck in the world’s thought, splinters of glass
In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the
mountain…

Below – Caspar David Friedrich: “Ruins in the Giant Mountains”


Art for Summer – Diego Rivera: “Girl with Sunflowers”


Greeting Summer: Pablo Neruda

“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”

Below – Sandy Tweed: “Indigo Tiger”


Art for Summer – Georges Pierre Seurat: “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte”

Greeting Summer: Jenny Han

“Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August.”

Below – George Bellows: “Summer Fantasy”


Art for Summer – John William Waterhouse: “Sweet Summer”

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