Sentient in San Francisco – 20 September 2018

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 20 September 1948 – George R. R. Martin, an award-winning American novelist, short story writer, and author of “A Song of Ice and Fire,” which was later adapted into the HBO series “Game of Thrones.”

Some quotes from the work of George R. R. Martin:

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”
“Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.”
“Sleep is good, he said, and books are better.”
“The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.”
“Winter is coming.”

Art for Summer – Part I of IV: Knox Martin (American, contemporary)

Below – “Mermaid” (bronze); “Alice in Wonderland”; “She” (bronze)

Remembering a Nobel Laureate on the Date of His Death: Died 20 September 1975 – Saint-John Perse, a French poet, author, and recipient of the 1960 Nobel Prize in Literature.

Some quotes from the work of Saint-John Perse:

“Followers of trails and of seasons, breakers of camp in the little dawn wind, seekers of watercourses over the wrinkled rind of the world, o seekers, o finders of reasons to be up and be gone.”
“The poet is the one who breaks through our habits.”
“The only menace is inertia.”
“A world to be born under your footsteps…”
“Astronomers have been bewildered by the theory of an expanding universe, but there is no less expansion in the moral infinite of the universe of man. As far as the frontiers of science are pushed back, over the extended arc of these frontiers one will hear the poet’s hounds on the chase.”

Art for Summer – Part II of IV: Betty Martin (French, contemporary)

Below – “Bloom”; “I Am”; “Alice – Fire Wave”; “Now”

Worth a Thousand Words: John William Waterhouse: “Ophelia.”

Art for Summer – Part III of IV: Miguel Martinez (American, contemporary)

Below – “Hawaiian Girl”; “Annabella”; “Blue Lady”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of Her Birth: Born 20 September 1902 – Florence Margaret Smith, known as Stevie Smith, an English poet and novelist.

“Not Waving but Drowning”
by Stevie Smith

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

Art for Summer – Part IV of IV: Soraida Martinez (American, contemporary)

Below – “Vieques: Hello USA, Are You There?”; “When Money Gets Ugly”; “Puerto Rican Stereotype: The Way You See Me Without Looking At Me”

Remembering a Nobel Laureate on the Date of His Death: Died 20 September 1971 – Giorgos Seferis, a Greek poet and recipient of the
1963 Nobel Prize for Literature.

“The Companions in Hades”
by Giorgos Seferis

‘fools, who ate the cattle of Helios Hyperion; 
but he deprived them of the day of their return.’
— Odyssey

Since we still had some hardtack
how stupid of us
to go ashore and eat
the Sun’s slow cattle,

for each was a castle
you’d have to battle
forty years, till you’d become
a hero and a star!

On the earth’s back we hungered,
but when we’d eaten well
we fell to these lower regions
mindless and satisfied.

Below – “The Companions of Odysseus Steal the Cattle of Helios” (fresco by Pellegrino Tibaldi, 1554/56).

This Date in Art History: Born 20 September 1941 – Dale Chihuly, an American glass sculptor.

Below – “Baltic Blue and Rich Amber Seaform Set”; “Sun Yellow Basket Set”; “Celtic Emerald Persian Pair”; “Seaform”; “Aqua Blue Macchia”; “Massive Chandelier.”

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Sentient in San Francisco – 19 September 2018

Remembering a Vocalist on the Date of Her Death: Died 19 September 2004 – Mary Frances Penick, known as Skeeter Davis, an American
country music singer who sang crossover pop music songs.”

This Date in Art History: Born 19 September 1867 – Arthur Rackham, an English illustrator.

Below – “Rip van Winkle”; Frontispiece of “English Fairy Tales,” by Flora Annie Steel”; “The Fairy Ring”; “”The Three Bears,” illustration to “English Fairy Tales,” by Flora Annie Steel; “The Twa Corbies,” illustration to “Some British Ballads”; “The Valiant Little Tailor”;
“The Rhinemaidens try to reclaim their gold,” illustration to Richard Wagner’s “The Ring.”

For Your Information: 19 September is International Talk Like a Pirate Day.

This Date in Art History: Born 19 September 1865 – Frank Eugene, an American photographer and one ow the first university-level photographers in the world.

Below – “The Pearl Necklace”; “Fritzi von Derra, The Greek Dancer”; “Slumbering Maidens”; “The Precursors”; “Woman with Flowers”; “Adam and Eve.”

Worth a Thousand Words: Thomas Eakins (American, 1844-1916) — “Arcadia”(1916).

This Date in Art History: Died 19 September 2006 – Martha Holmes, an American photographer and photojournalist.

Below – “Jackson Pollock painting in his studio, Springs, New York, 1949”; “Brooklyn Dodger fans celebrating 1955 World Series victory, Flatbush Avenue, Brooklyn”; “Fly-in Drive-in Theater, 1949”; “Singer Billy Eckstine Getting a Hug from an Adoring Female, NY, 1949”; “Fanny Brice spelling out Jell-O in Baby Snooks voice for radio commercial, 1946”; “Sinatra with Attorney General Tom C. Clark, New York, 1947.”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of Her Birth: Born 19 September 1894 – Rachel Field, an American author and poet.

“Something Told the Wild Geese”
by Rachel Field

Something told the wild geese
It was time to go.
Though the fields lay golden
Something whispered,-‘Snow.’

Leaves were green and stirring,
Berries, luster-glossed,
But beneath warm feathers
Something cautioned,-‘Frost.’

All the sagging orchards
Steamed with amber spice,
But each wild breast stiffened
At remembered ice.

Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly,
Summer sun was on their wings,
Winter in their cry.

This Date in Art History: Born 19 September 1918 – Pablita Velarde, Native American painter.

Below – “The Turtle Dance”; “Pueblo Eagle Dancer”; “Basketmaking”; Untitled; “Palhikmana Katsina”; “Harvest Dance.”

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Sentient in San Francisco – 18 September 2018

Worth a Thousand Words: A radar image of the surface of Venus.

This Date in Art History: Born 18 September 1838 – Anton Mauve, a Dutch painter.

Below – “Morning Ride on the Beach”; “Ariëtte (Jet) Carbentus, the Artist’s Wife, in the Dunes”; “Landscape with Cattle”; “Return of the Flock”; “Allee in Holland”; “Bringing the sheep into the fold at dusk.”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 18 September 1951 – Galett Burgess, an American author and poet.

“Purple Cow”
by Galett Burgess

I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I’d rather see than be one.

Below – The original “Purple Cow” from 1895.

This Date in Art History: Died 18 September 1975 – Fairfield Porter, an American painter.

Below – “Under the Elms”; “Apple Branch”; “Ocean II”; “Alone by the Screen Door”; “Farmscape”; “Claire White.”

Remembering an Important Musical Artist on the Date of His Birth: Born 18 September 1970 – Jimi Hendrix, an American singer-songwriter, guitarist, and producer.

Contemporary Hungarian/American Art – Csaba Markus : Part I of II.

In the words of one writer, “There is Csaba’s art, which is world-renowned for its complexity, as his work is equally suited to both the modern and ancient eras. The classical influences in Markus’s art are tied to his origins in Budapest, Hungary, where he was born in 1953. Starting from early childhood, Markus challenged himself to be the greatest artist in the world.”

Below – “Venetian Muse”; “Hellenistic Love”; “Equus”; “Aelia”; “Genevieve”; “Athena Dreams”.

Musings in Summer: Sara Teasdale

“You will recognize your own path
when you come upon it
because you will suddenly have all the energy
and imagination you will ever need.”

Contemporary Hungarian/American Art – Csaba Markus : Part II of II.

In the words of one writer, “Feeling stifled by his native country, Csaba Markus decided to escape the rigorous controls of the Communist system and arrived in the United States in 1978. Since then he has been deemed the Artisan of the Milleniums, a title which brings not only appropriate recognition but also a challenging role for Markus to fill. His art must span the ages, able to exist in either the distant past or the existing present. Markus’ must incorporate the traditions, cultures, and legends of ancient eras, providing the necessary bridge to the modern era for a contemporary audience to appreciate and enjoy. It’s a difficult position to uphold… and one that Csaba Markus navigates with ease and skill, as though he’d been born to fulfill the role.”

Below – “Pompaea”; “Belladonna”; “La Femme Adonia”; “Horses of Carthage”; “La Feminine”; “Eos.”

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Sentient in San Francisco – 17 September 2018

Remembering a Native American on the Date of His Death: Died 17 September 1868 – Roman Nose (or Hook Nose), a Native American of the Northern Cheyenne. In the words of one writer, “He is considered to be one of, if not the greatest and most influential warriors during the Plains Indian War of the 1860s…Considered invincible in combat, this fierce warrior distinguished himself in battle to such a degree that the U.S. military mistook him for the Chief of the entire Cheyenne nation. Following the Sand Creek Massacre in November 1864, Hook Nose became a principal figure among his people, leading retaliatory strikes against Euro-American settlements at the Battle of Julesburg along the Platte Road and Powder River regions of south-central Wyoming and in the Platte valley of Nebraska, western Kansas, and eastern Colorado. The Native American author and physician Charles A. Eastman allegedly wrote of Hook Nose that, ‘Perhaps no other warrior attacked more emigrants along the Oregon Trail between 1860–1868.’”

Below – Roman Nose, Fort Laramie, 1868.

Art for Summer – Part I of III: Omar Malva (Syrian, contemporary)

Below – “Van Gogh’s Flowers”; Untitled; “Autumn Morning”

Remembering a Figure from the American Old West: Born 17 September 1859 – Billy the Kid (born Henry McCarty, also known as William H. Bonney), an outlaw and gunfighter.

Below – Billy the Kid, circa 1880.

Art for Summer – Part II of III: Bob Marchant (Australian, contemporary)

Below – “Barramundi Fishing”; “Garden to Behold”; “In Preparation for the Birth”

Worth a Thousand Words: John Singer Sargent: “The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit.”

Art for Summer – Part III of III: Jennifer Markes (American, contemporary)

Below – “Pomegranate Cove”; “Coconut Bay”; “Shoreside at Sunset”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 17 September 1935 – Ken Kesey, an American novelist, essayist, and poet.

Some quotes from the work of Ken Kesey:

“The answer is never the answer. What’s really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you’ll always be seeking. I’ve never seen anybody really find the answer, but they think they have. So they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer.”
“When you love someone it is forever, or it was never really love at all.
Man, when you lose your laugh you lose your footing.”
“If you’ve got love in your heart, whatever you do from that moment out is likely to be right. If you’ve got that one true note ringing inside you, then whatever you do is going to be OK.”
“It isn’t by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.”
“You can count how many seeds are in the apple, but not how many apples are in the seed.”
“Marvelous wonders don’t have to happen of a sudden, the way they do in the Arabian Nights. They can also take a long time, like crystals growing, or minds changing, or leaves turning. The trick is to keep an eye peeled, so they don’t slip by unappreciated.”
“Since we don’t know where we’re going, we have to stick together in case someone gets there.”

Contemporary American Art – Thomas Mangelsen

In the words of one writer, “Tom Mangelsen’s understanding of the natural world stems from a childhood rich in outdoor adventures. Tom grew up exploring the Nebraska landscape with his brothers Bill, David, and Hal, many times at their father Harold’s side. Handcrafting his first frames with David in their garage, Tom bucked convention of what was traditionally considered “art” and opened his first gallery in Jackson, Wyoming in 1978, featuring signed, limited edition prints in the tradition of wildlife artists such as Owen Gromme, an early mentor. Garnering attention from early collectors led to more exhibitions; his work is now offered in sixteen Images of Nature galleries across the United States.”

Below (all photographs) – “September Showers”; “Wind Song”; “Season Passing”; “A Walk in the Wood”; “Old Man Winter”; “White River Aspens.”

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Sentient in San Francisco – 16 September 2018

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 16 September 2016 – Edward Albee, an American playwright, two-time Tony Award winner, and three-time Pulitzer Prize winner.

Some quotes from the work of Edward Albee:

“You’re alive only once, as far as we know, and what could be worse than getting to the end of your life and realizing you hadn’t lived it?”
“What I mean by an educated taste is someone who has the same tastes that I have.”
“Read the great stuff, but read the stuff that isn’t so great, too. Great stuff is very discouraging. If you read only Beckett and Chekhov, you’ll go away and only deliver telegrams for Western Union.”
“Sometimes it’s necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly.”
“Unless you are terribly, terribly careful, you run the danger– without even knowing it is happening to you– of slipping into the fatal error of reflecting the public taste instead of creating it. Your responsibility is to the public consciousness, not to the public view of itself.”

Art for Summer – Part I of IV: Isaac Maimon (Israeli, contemporary)

Below – “Marie”; “Le Cafe Nuit”; “By the Riverside”

For Your Information: 16 September is National Guacamole Day in the United States.

Art for Summer – Part II of IV: Americo Makk (Hungarian, 1927-2015)

Below – “Snowland”; “Straw Hat”; “Running”

Worth a Thousand Words: This image shows Jupiter’s south pole, as seen by NASA’s Juno spacecraft from an altitude of 32,000 miles (52,000 kilometers).

Art for Summer – Part III of IV: Eva Makk (Hungarian, contemporary)

Below – “Rocking Chair”; “Lakeside View”; “Day in May”

For Your Information: September 16 is National Stay Away From Seattle Day in the United States.

Art for Summer – Part IV of IV: A. B. Makk (Brazilian, contemporary)

Below – “First Flowers”; “Calm of Day”; “First Lillies”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 16 September 2016 – William Patrick “W. P.” Kinsella, a Canadian novelist and short story writer. In the words of one critic, he is “known for his novel “Shoeless Joe” (1982), which was adapted into the movie “Field of Dreams” in 1989.

Some quotes from the work of W. P. Kinsella:

“The kind of people I absolutely cannot tolerate are those who never let you forget they are religious. It seems to me that a truly religious person would let his life be example enough, would not let his religion interfere with being a human being, and would not be so insecure as to have to fawn publicly before his gods.”
“Success is getting what you want, happiness is wanting what you get.”
“Baseball is the most perfect of games, solid, true, pure and precious as diamonds. If only life were so simple. Within the baselines anything can happen. Tides can reverse; oceans can open. That’s why they say, ‘the game is never over until the last man is out.’ Colors can change, lives can alter, anything is possible in this gentle, flawless, loving game.”
“‘God what an outfield,’ he says. ‘What a left field.’ He looks up at me, and I look down at him. ‘This must be heaven,’ he says.
No. It’s Iowa,’ I reply automatically. But then I feel the night rubbing softly against my face like cherry blossoms; look at the sleeping girl-child in my arms, her small hand curled around one of my fingers; think of the fierce warmth of the woman waiting for me in the house; inhale the fresh-cut grass small that seems locked in the air like permanent incense; and listen to the drone of the crowd, as below me Shoelss Joe Jackson tenses, watching the angle of the distant bat for a clue as to where the ball will be hit.
I think you’re right, Joe,’ I say, but softly enough not to disturb his concentration.”
“Any game becomes important when you know and love the players.”
“I don’t have to tell you that the one constant through all the years has been baseball. America has been erased like a blackboard, only to be rebuilt and then erased again. But baseball has marked time while America has rolled by like a procession of steamrollers.”
“Hardly anybody recognizes the most significant moments of their life at the time they happen.”

Contemporary American Art – Christopher Makos

In the words of one writer, “Christopher Makos was born in Lowell, Massachusetts and grew up in California before moving to Paris to study architecture, and later to work as an apprentice to Man Ray.”

Below – “Me”; “Blue Mood”; “Valencia”; “Jerez”; “Blonde.”

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Sentient in San Francisco – 15 September 2018

Remembering an Actress on the Date of Her Birth: Born 15 September 1907 – Fay Wray, a Canadian-American actress famous for starring as Ann Darrow in the 1933 film “King Kong,” and the author of the witty and insightful “On the Other Hand.”

Some quotes from the work of Fay Wray:

“When I’m in New York I look at the Empire State Building and feel as though it belongs to me … or is it vice versa?”
“Lillian Gish thought that there should be a cabinet position for the arts and I think she was right.”
“When it was over my daughter said, ‘Oh, I felt so sorry for him – he didn’t want to hurt you, he liked you.’ That was Victoria. When you visualize him up there on top of the Empire State Building, you do feel sorry for him.”
“I don’t know why Sinclair Lewis fell in love with me. He didn’t get even the slightest response from me. But his letters were lovely. And the poems he wrote me were lovely. I used some of them in my book.”
“When the picture was finished, they took me into the sound room and then I screamed more for about five minutes just steady screaming, and then they’d cut that in and add it.”

English Art – Edmund Blair Leighton (1852-1922): Part I of II.

Below – “Reverie”; “The Elopement”; “My Fair Lady”; “Off”; “Courtship by the Piano”; “An Arrival.”

Worth a Thousand Words: Childe Hassam: “July Night.”

English Art – Edmund Blair Leighton (1852-1922): Part II of II.

Below – “The End of the Song”; “Fame”; “A Favour”; “Forest Tryst”; “The Keys”; “Lady Godiva.”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 15 September 1938 – Thomas Wolfe, an American novelist and the author of “Look Homeward, Angel.”

Some quotes from the work of Thomas Wolfe:

“All things belonging to the earth will never change-the leaf, the blade, the flower, the wind that cries and sleeps and wakes again, the trees whose stiff arms clash and tremble in the dark, and the dust of lovers long since buried in the earth-all things proceeding from the earth to seasons, all things that lapse and change and come again upon the earth-these things will always be the same, for they come up from the earth that never changes, they go back into the earth that lasts forever. Only the earth endures, but it endures forever.”
“The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, is the central and inevitable fact of human existence.”
“But why had he always felt so strongly the magnetic pull of home, why had he thought so much about it and remembered it with such blazing accuracy, if it did not matter, and if this little town, and the immortal hills around it, was not the only home he had on earth? He did not know. All that he knew was that the years flow by like water, and that one day men come home again.”
“Man is born to live, to suffer, and to die, and what befalls him is a tragic lot. There is no denying this in the final end. But we must deny it all along the way.”
“The old hunger for voyages fed at his heart….To go alone…into strange cities; to meet strange people and to pass again before they could know him; to wander, like his own legend, across the earth–it seemed to him there could be no better thing than that.”
“And who shall say–whatever disenchantment follows–that we ever forget magic; or that we can ever betray, on this leaden earth, the apple-tree, the singing, and the gold?”
“Come up into the hills, O my young love. Return! O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again, as first I knew you in the timeless valley, where we shall feel ourselves anew, bedded on magic in the month of June. There was a place where all the sun went glistening in your hair, and from the hill we could have put a finger on a star. Where is the day that melted into one rich noise? Where the music of your flesh, the rhyme of your teeth, the dainty languor of your legs, your small firm arms, your slender fingers, to be bitten like an apple, and the little cherry-teats of your white breasts? And where are all the tiny wires of finespun maidenhair? Quick are the mouths of earth, and quick the teeth that fed upon this loveliness. You who were made for music, will hear music no more: in your dark house the winds are silent. Ghost, ghost, come back from that marriage that we did not foresee, return not into life, but into magic, where we have never died, into the enchanted wood, where we still life, strewn on the grass. Come up into the hills, O my young love: return. O lost, and by the wind grieved ghost, come back again.”

German Art – Otto Theodore Gustav Lingner (1856-1917)

Below – “Venus and Cupid”; “Hosiannah”; “Interior with a girl embroidering”; “Beautiful Girl Picking Violets”; “Spring”; “A Woman Undressing.”

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Sentient in Seattle – 2 September 2018

Musings in Summer: Francois Mauriac

“A man’s passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die.”

This Date in Art History: Died 2 September 1943 – Marsden Hartley, an American painter: Part I of II.

Below – “The Ice Hole”; “The Dark Mountain”; “Autumn Color”; “Mount Katahdin (Maine)”; “Village”; “Lobster Fishermen.”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 2 September 1921 – Henry Austin Dobson, an English poet and critic.

“The Paradox of Time”
By Henry Austin Dobson

Time goes, you say? Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go;
Or else, were this not so,
What need to chain the hours,
For Youth were always ours?
Time goes, you say?-ah no!

Ours is the eyes’ deceit
Of men whose flying feet
Lead through some landscape low;
We pass, and think we see
The earth’s fixed surface flee:-
Alas, Time stays,-we go!

Once in the days of old,
Your locks were curling gold,
And mine had shamed the crow.
Now, in the self-same stage,
We’ve reached the silver age;
Time goes, you say?-ah no!

Once, when my voice was strong,
I filled the woods with song
To praise your ‘rose’ and ‘snow’;
My bird, that sang, is dead;
Where are your roses fled?
Alas, Time stays,-we go!

See, in what traversed ways,
What backward Fate delays
The hopes we used to know;
Where are our old desires?-
Ah, where those vanished fires?
Time goes, you say?-ah no!

How far, how far, O Sweet,
The past behind our feet
Lies in the even-glow!
Now, on the forward way,
Let us fold hands, and pray;
Alas, Time stays,-we go!

This Date in Art History: Died 2 September 1943 – Marsden Hartley, an American painter: Part II of II.

Below – “Still Life with Lemons (Fruit and Tumbler)”; Untitled (Landscape, Song of Winter Series); “New Mexico Landscape”; “View from a Window”; “New Mexico Recollections No. 7”; “Landscpe No. 39 (Little River, New Hampshire).”

For Your Information: 2 September is National Blueberry Popsicle Day in the United States.

This Date in Art History: Born 2 September 1911 – Romare Bearden, an American painter: Part I of II.

Below – “Firebirds”; “Louisiana Serenade”; “Tambourine Player/When the Evening Sun Goes”; “Conversation”; “Dreams of Exile (Green Snake)”; “Times Square Evening.”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 2 September 1917 – Cleveland Amory, an American author, reporter, commentator, and animal rights activist.

Some quotes from the work of Cleveland Amory:

“For an animal person, an animal-less home is no home at all.”
“What this world needs is a new kind of army – the army of the kind.”
“As anyone who has ever been around a cat for any length of time well knows, cats have enormous patience with the limitations of the human mind. They realize that, whether they like it or not, they are simply going to have to put up with what to them are excruciatingly slow mental processes, that we humans have embarrassingly low I.Q.’s, and that probably because of these defects, we have an infuriating inability to understand, let alone follow, even the simplist and most explicit of directions.”
“Man has an infinite capacity to rationalize – especially when it comes to what he wants to eat.”
“I consider the 3 most cruelly produced foods to be from lobsters, dropped alive into boiling water, veal from calves separated from their mothers and kept in crates, and pate de foie gras.”
“One of the ways in which cats show happiness is by sleeping.”
“Support your right to arm bears.”

This Date in Art History: Born 2 September 1911 – Romare Bearden, an American painter: Part II of II.

Below – “Martin Luther King Jr. – Mountain Top”; “At Low Tide”; “Prologue to Troy (Before Troy)”; “Evening Martinique”; “Pepper Jelly Lady”; “Mother and Child.”

Worth a Thousand Words: Jo Mattison (American, contemporary): “Aegean Sea.”

Contemporary American Art – September McGee: Part I of II.

In the words of one writer, “September McGee is a nationally recognized award winning artist. She has created a unique Signature style and is known as an American Impressionist. September holds four Signature Member Honors and two Elected Member Honors with prestigious Art Societies throughout the United States. Her soulful works are loaded with rich textures, spirited brushstrokes and unique linear expressions.”

Below – “Piano Series: The Singer III”; “The Conductor”; “Red”; “The Blues Man”; “Streets of New York – El Miro Cafe”; “At the Cafe – Kailee.”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 2 September 1973 – J. R. R. Tolkien, an English novelist, short story writer, poet, literary critic, and philologist.

Some quotes from the work of J. R. R. Tolkien:

“Not all those who wander are lost.”
“The magic of Faërie is not an end in itself, its virtue is in its operations: among these are the satisfaction of certain primordial human desires. One of these desires is to survey the depths of space and time. Another is (as will be seen) to hold communion with other living things. A story may thus deal with the satisfaction of these desires, with or without the operation of either machine or magic, and in proportion as it succeeds it will approach the quality and have the flavour of fairy-story.”
“Even when a prohibition in a fairy-story is guessed to be derived from some taboo once practised long ago, it has probably been preserved in the later stages of the tale’s history because of the great mythical significance of prohibition. A sense of significance may indeed have lain behind some of the taboos themselves. Thou shalt not – or else thou shalt depart beggared into endless regret. The gentlest ‘nursery-tales’ know it. Even Peter Rabbit was forbidden a garden, lost his blue coat, and took sick. The Locked Door stands as an eternal Temptation.”
“If fairy-story as a kind is worth reading at all it is worthy to be written for and read by adults. They will, of course, put more in and get more out than children can. Then, as a branch of a genuine art, children may hope to get fairy-stories fit for them to read and yet within their measure; as they may hope to get suitable introductions to poetry, history, and the sciences. Though it may be better for them to read some things, especially fairy-stories, that are beyond their measure rather than short of it. Their books like their clothes should allow for growth, and their books at any rate should encourage it.”
“If we use ‘child ‘in a good sense (it has also legitimately a bad one) we must not allow that to push us into the sentimentality of only using ‘adult’ or ‘grown-up’ in a bad sense (it has also legitimately a good one). The process of growing older is not necessarily allied to growing wickeder, though the two do often happen together. Children are meant to grow up, and not to become Peter Pans. Not to lose innocence and wonder; but to proceed on the appointed journey: that journey upon which it is certainly not better to travel hopefully than to arrive, though we must travel hopefully if we are to arrive.”
“If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”
“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”
“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
“Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.”
“There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.”
“Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisioned by the enemy, don’t we consider it his duty to escape?. . .If we value the freedom of mind and soul, if we’re partisans of liberty, then it’s our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as we can!”

Contemporary American Art – September McGee: Part II of II.

In the words of one writer, “September’s recent oils are imbued with bold, vibrant colors. Her unique  portrayal of the human spirit is evidence of her penchant for figurative works. Septembers’ exciting inventive style has collectors worldwide returning year after year.”

Below – “Times Square Rain #2”; “Couch Series – Red Wine”; “The Yellow Parasol”; “Rainy Day Parade #1”; “Chanel in the City”; “Amore.”

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A Lament for America in the Age of Trump – 2 September 2018.

“The spirit of wickedness in high places is now so powerful and many-headed in its incarnations that there seems nothing more to do than personally refuse to worship any of the hydras’ heads.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien.

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Sentient in Seattle – 1 September 2018

Greeting September – The Morning Glory is one of the flowers associated with September.

Below – Lynette Cook: “Morning’s Glory”

Art for September – Erik Werenskiold: “September”


In the words of one writer, “September (from Latin septem, ‘seven’) was originally the seventh of ten months on the oldest known Roman calendar, with March (Latin Martius) the first month of the year until perhaps as late as 153 BC. After the calendar reform that added January and February to the beginning of the year, September became the ninth month, but retained its name. It had 29 days until the Julian reform, which added a day.”

Below – Paul Emile Chabas: “September Morn” (1911). Note: This was one of the most controversial paintings of its era.

Art for September – Sally Rosenbaum: “September Garden”

A Poem for September

By John Updike

The breezes taste
of apple peel.
The air is full
of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
burning brush,
new books, erasers,
chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
well-honeyed hum,
and Mother cuts
Like plates washed clean
with suds, the days
are polished with
a morning haze.

Below – Margaret Brackley: “Morning Haze”

Art for September – Debbie Lewis: “Colorado in September”

Musings in September: Theodore Roethke

“I have come to a still, but not a deep center,
A point outside the glittering current;
My eyes stare at the bottom of a river,
At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains,
My mind moves in more than one place,
In a country half-land, half-water.
I am renewed by death, thought of my death,
The dry scent of a dying garden in September,
The wind fanning the ash of a low fire.
What I love is near at hand,
Always, in earth and air.” – From “The Far Field”

Art for September – Jasper Francis Cropsey: “Greenwood Lake, New Jersey in September”

For Your Information: 1 September is National Cherry Popover Day in the United States.

Art for September – Maurice Denis: “The Seasons Series: September”

A Poem for September

By Theodora (Theo) Onken

Bedraggled scarecrows cry in the wind
While Blackbirds caw to the trees
As if, voices from the once green wood
While the dead leaves blow free;
Rustles of burnished remnants dance
In visions the gold dying leaf
A pause and wait but never late
As Fall carries in her grief;
Relentless winds of change court September
Descending now-a lifetime of Fall
Season’s change make no excuses
For September has, indeed, come to call.

Art for September – Pierre-Auguste Renoir: “Children on the Seashore, Guernsey”

Musings in September: Robert Finch

“But now in September the garden has cooled, and with it my possessiveness.  The sun warms my back instead of beating on my head … The harvest has dwindled, and I have grown apart from the intense midsummer relationship that brought it on.”

Below – Camille Pissarro: “Family Garden”

Art for September – Edward Hopper: “Treadwell’s Folly, Monhegan”

A Poem for September

“In September”
by Amy Levy

The sky is silver-grey; the long
Slow waves caress the shore.–
On such a day as this I have been glad,
Who shall be glad no more.

Art for September – John William Waterhouse: “The Charmer”

A Song for September

Art for September – Winslow Homer: “Warm Afternoon (Shepherdess)”

Musings in September: Sanober Khan

“for all I can really do is
stand here
in September’s rain
soaking it all in
and simply
holding on to poetry
for dear life.”

Below – Vilma Koelman: “Summer Rain”

Art for September – John Singer Sargent: “Oranges at Corfu”

A Poem for September

by Helen Hunt Jackson

O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped!
The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung
On wands; the chestnut’s yellow pennons tongue
To every wind its harvest challenge. Steeped
In yellow, still lie fields where wheat was reaped;
And yellow still the corn sheaves, stacked among
The yellow gourds, which from the earth have wrung
Her utmost gold. To highest boughs have leaped
The purple grape,—last thing to ripen, late
By very reason of its precious cost.
O Heart, remember, vintages are lost
If grapes do not for freezing night-dews wait.
Think, while thou sunnest thyself in Joy’s estate,
Mayhap thou canst not ripen without frost!

Below – Meaghan Troup: “The Change”

Art for September – Frank Dicksee: “The Mirror”

This Dat in Art History: Born 1 September 1927 – Soshana Afroyin, an Austrian painter.

Below – Untitled; “Sea I”; Untitled; Untitled; “Alone”; “La Mer.”
Art for September – Sidney Richard Percy: “Resting by the Lake in an Evening Glow”

Art for September – Sidney Richard Percy: “Resting by the Lake in an Evening Glow”

A Poem for September

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days
Gleaned by the year in autumn’s harvest ways,
With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember,
Some crimson poppy of a late delight
Atoning in its splendor for the flight
Of summer blooms and joys­
This is September.

Art for September – Claude Monet: “The Waterlily Pond”

Musings in September: Henry Rollins

“We know that in September, we will wander through the warm winds of summer’s wreckage. We will welcome summer’s ghost.”

Below – Barbara Schneider: “Prairie”

Art for September – Philip Koch: “Entryway, Edward Hopper’s Truro Studio Kitchen”

A Poem for September

by Linda Ori

Brilliant blue splattered
With crayola colored leaves –
Wind blown and tattered.

Frost on the pumpkins
Corn stalks shocked in silent rows
Like country bumpkins.

Below – Charles Bowen Sims: “Corn Shocks Pumpkins Kentucky”

Art for September – Thomas Eakins: “The Artist’s Wife and His Dog”

Musings in September: Sara Baume

“The old summer’s-end melancholy nips at my heels. There’s no school to go back to; no detail of my life will change come the onset of September; yet still, I feel the old trepidation.”

Art for September – Joseph Kirkpatric: “Ophelia”

This Date in Art History: Died 1 September 2006 – Kyffin Williams, a Welsh painter.

Below – “Snowdonia Peaks”; “Horse, Rhosson Uchaf (St David’s Head)”; “Rough Sea, Rhoscolyn”; “Aberglaslyn Pass, Snowdonia”; “Farmers on the Mountain”; “Welsh Blacks.”

A Song for September

Art for September – Edward Burne-Jones: “Night”

A Poem for September

“The Beautiful Changes”
by Richard Wilbur

One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
So from the walker, it turns
Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you
Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.

The beautiful changes as a forest is changed
By a chameleon’s tuning his skin to it;
As a mantis, arranged
On a green leaf, grows
Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves
Any greenness is deeper than anyone knows.

Your hands hold roses always in a way that says
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In such kind ways,
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and things’ selves for a second finding, to lose
For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.

Below – Lawrence Alma-Tadema: “The Roses of Heliogabalus”

Art for September – Albert Joseph Moore: “Azaleas”

Remembering a Nobel Laureate on the Date of His Death: Died 1 September 1970 – Francois Mauriac, a French novelist, poet, playwright, critic, journalist, and recipient of the 1952 Nobel Prize in Literature.

Some quotes from the work of Francois Mauriac:

“No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.”
“If the flame inside you goes out, the souls that are next to you will die of cold.”
“Tell me what you read and I’ll tell you who you are is true enough, but I’d know you better if you told me what you reread.”
“Did you ever have a conversation with someone who misunderstood everything you had to say? It’s exhausting, and the ironic part is that the more you try and explain yourself, the more mixed up things become. Your best friend knows when you’re kidding, venting, and tired. He or she knows you and therefore doesn’t read into the things you say.”
“Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.”

Art for September – James Tissot: “Quiet”

A Poem for September

“The Light of September”
by W. S. Merwin

When you are already here
you appear to be only
a name that tells of you
whether you are present or not

and for now it seems as though
you are still summer
still the high familiar
endless summer
yet with a glint
of bronze in the chill mornings
and the late yellow petals
of the mullein fluttering
on the stalks that lean
over their broken
shadows across the cracked ground

but they all know
that you have come
the seed heads of the sage
the whispering birds
with nowhere to hide you
to keep you for later

who fly with them

you who are neither
before nor after
you who arrive
with blue plums
that have fallen through the night

perfect in the dew

Below – Julien Merrow-Smith: “Blue Plums”

Art for September – John Atkinson Grimshaw: “Golden Autumn”

Remembering a Composer on the Date of His Birth: Born 1 September 1653 – Johann Pachelbel, a German composer and organist.

Art for September – Edmund Blair Leighton: “September”

Musings in September: Thomas Parsons

“Sorrow and scarlet leaf,
 Sad thoughts and sunny weather.
 Ah me, this glory and this grief
, Agree not well together!” – From “A Song for September”

Art for September – Arthur Hacker: “The Sea Maid”

A Poem for September

by Joanne Kyger

The grasses are light brown
and the ocean comes in
long shimmering lines
under the fleet from last night
which dozes now in the early morning

Here and there horses graze
on somebody’s acreage

Strangely, it was not my desire

that bade me speak in church to be released
but memory of the way it used to be in
careless and exotic play

when characters were promises
then recognitions.  The world of transformation
is real and not real but trusting.

Enough of these lessons?  I mean
didactic phrases to take you in and out of
love’s mysterious bonds?

Well I myself am not myself

and which power of survival I speak
for is not made of houses.

It is inner luxury, of golden figures
that breathe like mountains do
and whose skin is made dusky by stars.

Art for September – John William Waterhouse: “The Soul of the Rose”

A Poem for September

“September Midnight”
by Sara Teasdale

Lyric night of the lingering Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.

The grasshopper’s horn, and far-off, high in the maples,
The wheel of a locust leisurely grinding the silence
Under a moon waning and worn, broken,
Tired with summer.

Let me remember you, voices of little insects,
Weeds in the moonlight, fields that are tangled with asters,
Let me remember, soon will the winter be on us,
Snow-hushed and heavy.

Over my soul murmur your mute benediction,
While I gaze, O fields that rest after harvest,
As those who part look long in the eyes they lean to,
Lest they forget them.

Below – Steve Coffey: “Moonlit Field”

Welcome, Wonderful September

Below – Sir Alfred James Munnings: “September Afternoon”

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Sentient in Seattle – 31 August 2018

Dear Readers: My last post for a time will be on 2 September. I am about to move from Seattle to San Francisco, and for a wonderful reason: My youngest son and his wife are expecting their first child – and my first grandchild – in October. However, the preparation for and execution of this relocation is going to be both time-consuming and exhausting. Homer wrote, “Hardest of all on mortal man is traveling,” but I think that frequently moving to new places is a close second. This will be my fifth residence in two years, and since you always leave behind something of yourself when you change homes, I am feeling more than a little diminished. I will certainly have internet service by the time Autumn arrives – and hopefully sooner. Until then, I wish everyone a happy end-of-Summer season.

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 31 August 1867 – Charles Baudelaire, a French poet, essayist, art critic, and translator.

“Invitation to the Voyage”
by Charles Baudelaire

Child, Sister, think how sweet to go out there and live together! To love at leisure, love and die in that land that resembles you! For me, damp suns in disturbed skies share mysterious charms with your treacherous eyes as they shine through tears.
There, there’s only order, beauty: abundant, calm, voluptuous.
Gleaming furniture, polished by years passing, would ornament our bedroom; rarest flowers, their odors vaguely mixed with amber; rich ceilings; deep mirrors; an Oriental splendor—everything there would address our souls, privately, in their sweet native tongue.
There, there’s only order, beauty: abundant, calm, voluptuous.
See on these canals those sleeping boats whose mood is vagabond; it’s to satisfy your least desire that they come from the world’s end. —Setting suns reclothe fields, the canals, the whole town, in hyacinth and gold; the world falling asleep in a warm light.

Below – Arthur Barnes: “Bridgewater Canal Boats”

Art for Summer – Part I of II: Rodney Lough, Jr. (American, contemporary)

Below (all panoramic photographs) – “Pale Moon Rising”; “Lines of Light”; “Kingdom of Mountains”

Worth a Thousand Words: Niagara Falls in winter.

Art for Summer – Part II of II: Jia Lu (Chinese, contemporary)

Below – “White Halo”; “Irises”; “Turning”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of Her Death: Died 31 August 1986 – Elizabeth Coatsworth, an American children’s author and recipient of the 1931 Newberry Medal for the wonderful “The Cat Who Went to Heaven.”

Some quotes from the work of Elizabeth Coatsworth:

“The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn’t ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know.”
“I say that almost everywhere there is beauty enough to fill a person’s life if one would only be sensitive to it. but Henry says No: that broken beauty is only a torment, that one must have a whole beauty with man living in relation to it to have a rich civilization and art. . . . Is it because I am a woman that I accept what crumbs I may have, accept the hot-dog stands and amusement parks if I must, if the blue is bright beyond them and the sunset flushes the breasts of sea birds?”
“We who dance hungry and wild…under a winter’s moon”
“When I dream, I am ageless.”

This Date in Art History: Born 31 August 1935 – Bryan Organ, an English painter.

Below – “The Open Window”; “Ram’s Head”; “Anemone”; “Cat in the Window”; “Magic Tree – Blue”; “Portrait of Majorie Reed.”

For Your Information: 31 August is National Trail Mix Day in the United States.

This Date in Art History: Born 31 August 1956 – Maria Balazova, a Slovak painter and illustrator.

Below – “Time Is Always Against”; “Dragon’s’ Country”; “Impact”; “Man, Dragon and His Country”; “Contact”; “Seven Years of Dreaming.”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 31 August 1908 – William Saroyan, an American novelist, playwright, short story writer, and recipient of the 1940 Pulitzer Prize for Drama.

Some quotes from the work of William Saroyan:

“In the time of your life, live – so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches. Seek goodness everywhere, and when it is found, bring it out of its hiding-place and let it be free and unashamed…In the time of your life, live – so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it.”
“Try as much as possible to be wholly alive, with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell and when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”
“I have always been a Laugher, disturbing people who are not laughers, upsetting whole audiences at theatres… I laugh, that’s all. I love to laugh. Laugher to me is being alive. I have had rotten times, and I have laughed through them. Even in the midst of the very worst times I have laughed.”
“Everybody has got to die, but I have always believed an exception would be made in my case.”
“My birthplace was California, but I couldn’t forget Armenia, so what is one’s country? Is it land of the earth, in a specific place? Rivers there? Lakes? The sky there? The way the moon comes up there? And the sun? Is one’s country the trees, the vineyards, the grass, the birds, the rocks, the hills and summer and winter? Is it the animal rhythm of the living there? The huts and houses, the streets of cities, the tables and chairs, and the drinking of tea and talking? Is it the peach ripening in summer heat on the bough? Is it the dead in the earth there?”
“The role of art is to make a world which can be inhabited.”
“Unless a man has pity he is not truly a man. If a man has not wept at the world’s pain he is only half a man, and there will always be pain in the world, knowing this does not mean that a man shall despair. A good man will seek to take pain out of things. A foolish man will not even notice it, except in himself, and the poor unfortunate evil man will drive pain deeper into things and spread it about wherever he goes.”

“When I began to wait to live I really began to wait to die.”

This Date in Art History: Born 31 August 1913 – Helen Levitt, an American photographer noted for her “street photography.” According to one writer, Levitt has been called “the most celebrated and least known photographer of her time.”

Below – Eight photographs from Helen Levitt’s extensive body of work.

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