A Rainy Thursday in May

Musings in Spring: Wendell Berry

“The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy, and after all our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it and to foster its renewal is our only hope.”

Art for Spring – Part I of IV: Rosemarie Armstrong (Canadian, contemporary)

Below – “Sonatina”

A Poem for Today

Delivered
By Cynthia Ventresca

She lived there for years in a
small space in a high rise that saw
her winter years dawn. When the past
became larger than her present,
she would call and thank us for cards
we gave her when we were small;
for Christmas, Mother’s Day, her birthday,
our devotion scrawled amidst depictions
of crooked hearts and lopsided lilies.

She would write out new ones,
and we found them everywhere—unsent;
in perfect cursive she wished us joy,
chains of x’s and o’s circling her signature.
And when her time alone was over,
the space emptied of all but sunshine, dust,
and a cross nailed above her door,
those cards held for us a bitter peace;
they had finally been delivered.

Art for Spring – Part II of IV: Charles Arthur Arnoldi (American, contemporary)

Below – “Ellipses”

Musings in Spring: Robert Ripley

“Why any one place should forever hold enchantment for the reason you are born there is a mystery.”

Below – Vincent van Gogh: “Houses at Auvers”

Art for Spring – Part III of IV: Arozi (Filipino, Contemporary)

Below – “Skylit Wave”

A Second Poem for Today

“My Dead”
By Tim Nolan

They grow in number all the time
The cat, the Mother, the Father
The grandparents, aunts, and uncles

Those I knew well and hardly at all
My best friend from when I was ten
The guy who sat with me in the back

Of the class where the tall kids lived
Bill the Shoemaker from Lyndale Avenue
The Irish poet with rounded handwriting

They live in The Land of Echo, The Land
Of Reverb, and I hear them between
The notes of the birds, the plash of the wave

On the smooth rocks. They show up
When I think of them, as if they always
Are waiting for me to remember

I drive by their empty houses
I put on their old sweaters and caps
I wear their wristwatches and spend

Their money. So now I’m in six places
At once—if not eighteen or twenty
So many places to be thinking of them

Strange how quiet they are with their presence
So humble in the low song they sing
Not expecting that anyone will listen

Art for Spring – Part IV of IV: Richard Artschwager (American, 1923-2013)

Below – “Doberman”

Musings in Spring: Rainer Maria Rilke

“When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused.”

Contemporary American Art – John Asaro

In the words of one writer, “Alive in a world tolerant of eclecticism and skeptical of traditional values, John Asaro’s paintings are an anomaly. His canvases, like zealous missionaries, speak clearly and colorfully of life, are both expressionistic and concise, pragmatic and technically adventurous. Paradoxically, his “romantic realism” invades the art scene like a whiff of orange blossoms, as refreshing and pungent to our senses as the seaside images permeating these paintings.”

Below – “Second Summer”; “Ballerina”; “Mediterranean Breeze”; “Evening View from the Fish Market”; “First Encounter”; “Playing Dress Up and White Cockatiel.”

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