August Offerings – Part XIII: Something to Delight both Head and Heart

American Art – Part I of IV: Stephen Coyle

Stephen Coyle earned a BA degree from Graham Junior College, Boston, MA.

Below – “Blue”; “Disconnect”; “Beach Gossip”; “The Way It Used to Be”; “Catch”; “Photo Op.”
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“I attribute my success to this – I never gave or took any excuse.” – Florence Nightingale, English social reformer, statistician, and the founder of modern nursing, who died 13 August 1910.

Some quotes from the work of Florence Nightingale:

“Rather, ten times, die in the surf, heralding the way to a new world, than stand idly on the shore.”
“A woman cannot live in the light of intellect. Society forbids it. Those conventional frivolities, which are called her ‘duties,’ forbid it. Her ‘domestic duties,’ high-sounding words, which, for the most part, are but bad habits (which she has not the courage to enfranchise herself from, the strength to break through), forbid it.”
“The very first requirement in a hospital is that it should do the sick no harm.”
“I am of certain convinced that the greatest heroes are those who do their duty in the daily grind of domestic affairs whilst the world whirls as a maddening dreidel.”
“Happiness is the gradual realization of a worthy ideal or goal.”

Reflections in Summer: William Feather

“One way to get the most out of life is to look upon it as an adventure.”
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In the words of one writer, “Elena Arcangeli was born in Florence in 1972 and graduated from the high school for visual arts in 1991. After studying graphic arts for a period and working in decorative painting, Ms Arcangeli enrolled in The Florence Academy of Art in 1994 and completed the painting program in 1998.”
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A Poem for Today

“Haiku”
By Jack Kerouac

The low yellow
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house.

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From the Music Archives: Joe Tex

Died 13 August 1982 – Joseph Arrington, Jr., better known as Joe Tex, an American musician and vocalist who gained success in the 1960s and 1970s with his brand of Southern soul, a genre which mixed the styles of country, gospel, and rhythm and blues.

Colombian painter Rafael Espitia (born 1967) lives and works in Miami.
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Reflections in Summer: Friedrich Nietzsche

“Those who danced were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”

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“Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, song passes not away.” – William Watson, British poet, who died 13 August 1935.

“World Strangeness”

Strange the world about me lies,
Never yet familiar grown-
Still disturbs me with surprise,
Haunts me like a face half known.

In this house with starry dome,
Floored with gemlike plains and seas,
Shall I never feel at home,
Never wholly be at ease?

On from room to room I stray,
Yet my Host can ne’er espy,
And I know not to this day
Whether guest or captive I.

So, between the starry dome
And the floor of plains and seas,
I have never felt at home,
Never wholly been at ease.
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Born 13 August 1886 – Jacobus Pierneef, a South African
landscape artist.

Below – “The Groot Trek”; “Willow Tree, Rooiplaat Farm, North Transvaal – Sunrise”; “Dar-es-Salaam”; “Hardkoolborne, Bosveld”; “Watermill near Stellenbosch.”
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A Second Poem for Today

“Some Effects of Global Warming in Lackawanna County”
By Jay Parini

The maples sweat now, out of season.
Buds pop eyes in wintry bushes
as the birds arrive, not having checked
the calendars or clocks. They scramble
in the frost for seeds, while underground
a sobbing starts in roots and tubers.
Ice cracks easily along the bank.
It slides in gullies where a bear, still groggy,
steps through coiled wire of the weeds.
Kids in T-shirts run to school, unaware
that summer is a long way off.
Their teachers flirt with off-the-wall assignments,
drum their fingers on the sweaty desktops.
As for me, my heart leaps high—
a deer escaping from the crosshairs,
skipping over barely frozen water
as the surface bends and splinters underfoot.
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Reflections in Summer: Carl Gustav Jung

“Who looks outside, dreams… who looks inside, awakes.”
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Ceramicist Raimundo Folch (born in Manila, Philippines, 1960) arrived in Valencia, Spain in 1975, where he later took a course in modeling and molding at the School of Arts and Trade of Valencia.
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“Sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you’ve been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you want to be. The person you are.” – Herbert George “H. G.” Wells, English writer best remembered for his science fiction novels – for which Wells is sometimes regarded as the father of science fiction, including “The War of the Worlds,” “The Time Machine,” and “The Invisible Man,” who died 13 August 1946.

Some quotes from the work of H. G. Wells:

“It is possible to believe that all the past is but the beginning of a beginning, and that all that is and has been is but the twilight of the dawn. It is possible to believe that all the human mind has ever accomplished is but the dream before the awakening.”
“Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.”
“If you fell down yesterday, stand up today.”
“If we don’t end war, war will end us.”
“Advertising is legalized lying.”
“Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.”
“Once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be, or lose that person completely.”
“We all have our time machines, don’t we? Those that take us back are memories…And those that carry us forward, are dreams.”
“Go away. I’m all right.” (the last words of H. G. Wells)
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In 1995, Russian painter Alexander Saidoff (born 1970) was accepted into the prestigious Union of Artists in Russia.
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A Third Poem for Today

[“Again and again, even though we know love’s landscape”]
By Rainer Maria Rilke

Again and again, even though we know love’s landscape
and the little churchyard with its lamenting names
and the terrible reticent gorge in which the others
end: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lay ourselves down again and again
among the flowers, and look up into the sky.
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American Art – Part II of IV: Gleb Derujinsky

Born 13 August 1888 – Gleb Derujinsky, a Russian-American sculptor. Derujinsky emigrated to the United States in 1909.

Below – “Europa”; “Leda”; “President Theodore Roosevelt”; “Diana the Huntress with Hound and Stag”; “Dancing Harlequin”; Derujinsky with his model Virginia Brown Faire.
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Reflections in Summer: Khalil Gibran

“They deem me mad because I will not sell my days for gold; and I deem them mad because they think my days have a price.”
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Great-Spirited American Women – Part I of II: Annie Oakley

“Aim at a high mark and you’ll hit it. No, not the first time, nor the second time. Maybe not the third. But keep on aiming and keep on shooting for only practice will make you perfect.” – Annie Oakley, American sharpshooter, exhibition shooter, and a star in Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show,” who was born 13 August 1860.

Some quotes from the work of Annie Oakley:

“Housework is work directly opposed to the possibility of human self-actualization.”
“Clearly, society has a tremendous stake in insisting on a woman’s natural fitness for the career of mother: the alternatives are all too expensive.”
“If love means that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to love. The integrity of self is gone.”
“Families are nothing other than the idolatry of duty.”
“There are always women who will take men on their own terms. If I were a man I wouldn’t bother to change while there are women like that around.”

Below – “Little Sure Shot”; Wild West show poster; Oakley in 1922.
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American Art – Part III of IV: Crystal Morey

Artist Statement: “I grew up in a small town in the Sierra Nevada foothills of California. Living so close to nature filled my early years with an appreciation for the natural world and gave me an understanding of plant and animal life cycles. I spent my free time swimming in the river, climbing trees, playing in the snow, and exploring and building forts out in the forest. These early experiences filled my life with joy, imagination, and a tendency for inward contemplation.
My experience of living in this place is what inspires my work today. I am interested in both how people are affected by their environment and how they affect the environment. I now live in Oakland, California and the urban landscape in my daily life is a stark contrast to the mountains and trees I grew up in. Our days are filled with so many modern amenities and I wonder if what we have is worth it. Today every action has a reaction we can see: in climate change, de-forestation, ocean acidity, and the hunting of animals. All of these actions are causing havoc and leading us to an unsustainable environment.
These are the ideas I keep in my mind when I am making sculpture. I am interested in the effects these difficult situations have on the human psyche and how we respond to them. I try to show the stresses in our cohabitation through making sculptures of humans, animals, the environment and the delicate dependencies we share.
I am interested in how human advancements in technology, agriculture, and urbanization have imposed stress on natural ecosystems and the species that live in them. Through my sculptures I try to humanize these ideas and present them in a way that is accessible, interesting, and conversation provoking.”

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Reflections in Summer: Joseph Campbell

“The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty yes to your adventure.”
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Great-Spirited American Women – Part II of II: Mary Austin

“Genius…arises in the natural, aboriginal concern for the conscious unity of all phenomenon.” – Mary Hunter Austin, one of the earliest and best nature writers of the American Southwest and the author of “The Land of Little Rain” – a true classic of outdoor writing – who died 13 August 1934.

Some quotes from the work of Mary Austin, who is one of my favorite writers:

“Probably we never fully credit the interdependence of wild creatures, and their cognizance of the affairs of their own kind.”
“Man is a great blunderer going about in the woods, and there is no other except the bear makes so much noise.”
“The manner of the country makes the usage of life there, and the land will not be lived in except in its own fashion.”
“People would be surprised to know how much I learned about prayer from playing poker.”
“This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough.”
“We are not all born at once, but by bits. The body first, and the spirit later…Our mothers are racked with the pains of our physical birth; we ourselves suffer the longer pains of our spiritual growth.”
“What women have to stand on squarely is not their ability to see the world in the way men see it, but the importance and validity of their seeing it in some other way.”
“Nevertheless there are certain peaks, canons, and clear meadow spaces which are above all compassing of words, and have a certain fame as of the nobly great to whom we give no familiar names.”
“The country where you may have sight and touch of that which is written lies between the high Sierras south from Yosemite—east and south over a very great assemblage of broken ranges beyond Death Valley, and on illimitably into the Mojave Desert. You may come into the borders of it from the south by a stage journey that has the effect of involving a great lapse of time, or from the north by rail, dropping out of the overland route at Reno. The best of all ways is over the Sierra passes by pack and trail, seeing and believing. But the real heart and core of the country are not to be come at in a month’s vacation. One must summer and winter with the land and wait its occasions. Pine woods that take two and three seasons to the ripening of cones, roots that lie by in the sand seven years awaiting a growing rain, firs that grow fifty years before flowering,—these do not scrape acquaintance. But if ever you come beyond the borders as far as the town that lies in a hill dimple at the foot of Kearsarge, never leave it until you have knocked at the door of the brown house under the willow-tree at the end of the village street, and there you shall have such news of the land, of its trails and what is astir in them, as one lover of it can give to another.” – From the “Preface” of “The Land of Little Rain”

Below – Mary Hunter Austin, circa 1900; Austin’s great book; Mary Austin talking with Jack London (to her right in the photograph) in Carmel, California, sometime between 1902 and 1907; “the brown house under the willow-tree at the end of the village street” – Mary Austin’s house today (Historical Landmark No. 229).

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Back from the Territory – Art: Libby Dulac – Part I

In the words of one writer, “Born in England, Libby emigrated to Canada with her husband in 1973. They moved to Haines Junction in 1975. They have 2 children and 6 grandchildren.
The magnificent panoramic view Libby enjoys from their log home and the ever changing light keep her always inspired. The majesty of Yukon’s Kluane region continues to be the inspiration for most of Libby’s work. It is her hope that her paintings reflect her passion for the awesome scenery, from mountain and icefield grandeur to lake, forest and wildflower splendour.”

Back from the Territory, I share this with you, before I light out again.

Below – “Donjek Sunrise”; “Donjek Sunset”; “Haines Road”; “Forest Trail”; “Kelsall Lake.”
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Reflections in Summer: Jack Kerouac

“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? – it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? Ñ it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies." - Jack

A Fourth Poem for Today

“Strawberrying”
by May Swenson

My hands are murder-red. Many a plump head
drops on the heap in the basket. Or, ripe
to bursting, they might be hearts, matching
the blackbird’s wing-fleck. Gripped to a reed
he shrieks his ko-ka-ree in the next field.
He’s left his peck in some juicy cheeks, when
at first blush and mostly white, they showed
streaks of sweetness to the marauder.
We’re picking near the shore, the morning
sunny, a slight wind moving rough-veined leaves
our hands rumple among. Fingers find by feel
the ready fruit in clusters. Here and there,
their squishy wounds. . . . Flesh was perfect
yesterday. . . . June was for gorging. . . .
sweet hearts young and firm before decay.
“Take only the biggest, and not too ripe,”
a mother calls to her girl and boy, barefoot
in the furrows. “Don’t step on any. Don’t
change rows. Don’t eat too many.” Mesmerized
by the largesse, the children squat and pull
and pick handfuls of rich scarlets, half
for the baskets, half for avid mouths.
Soon, whole faces are stained.
A crop this thick begs for plunder. Ripeness
wants to be ravished, as udders of cows when hard,
the blue-veined bags distended, ache to be stripped.
Hunkered in mud between the rows, sun burning
the backs of our necks, we grope for, and rip loose
soft nippled heads. If they bleed—too soft—
let them stay. Let them rot in the heat.
When, hidden away in a damp hollow under moldy
leaves, I come upon a clump of heart-shapes
once red, now spiderspit-gray, intact but empty,
still attached to their dead stems—
families smothered as at Pompeii—I rise
and stretch. I eat one more big ripe lopped
head. Red-handed, I leave the field.
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Reflections in Summer: Henry David Thoreau

“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
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American Art – Part IV of IV: Philip Buller

In the words of one writer, “Philip Buller was born to American diplomat parents in Delhi, India in 1954, but spent his youth mostly in northern Virginia and his ancestral home of New England. Buller moved to northern California in the late 80ʼs. He received his BA in Painting and Drawing from Sonoma State University in 1992. Upon receiving his MFA from California College of Art in 1994, he taught private lessons and art classes at Santa Rosa Junior College for 10 years.
During this time Buller spent each summer in the Mediterranean, teaching painting retreats in Italy and Greece. His work reflects his respect and admiration for the Renaissance and Baroque masters while including references to photography, printmaking and other more contemporary processes.”

Below – “Many Shadows”; “The Hunt”; “Inside Passage”; “Parting”; “Summer Friend”; “Heat”; “Late Ride”; “Calm Water”; “Stag, Fall”; “Skater with Green.”
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