Musings in Winter: Danial Dennett
“The secret of happiness is: Find something more important than you are and dedicate your life to it.”
Art for Winter – Part I of IV: Rodolfo Morales (Mexican, 1925-2001)
Below – Untitled Bride Collage; “Mujeres con Perro”; “Paracaidistas”
Remembering a Comic Genius on the Date of His Death: Died 9 January 1995 – Peter Cook, an English actor, comedian, and screenwriter.
Art for Winter – Part II of IV: Araceley Alarcon Morales (Spanish, contemporary)
Below – “Puerto de Tarde”; “El rio Adaja en Avila”
Art for Winter – Part III of IV: Malcolm Morley (English, contemporary)
Below – “Sky Above, Mud Below”; “Fallacies of Enoch 1”; “Beach Scene with Parasailor”; “Battle of Britain”
Remembering an Intellectual on the Date of Her Birth: Born 9 January 1908 – Simone de Beauvoir, a French writer, existentialist philosopher, political activist, social theorist, and feminist.
Some quotes from the work of Simone de Beauvoir:
“I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.”
“I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.”
“One’s life has value so long as one attributes value to the life of others.”
“One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.”
“That’s what I consider true generosity: You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.”
“On the day when it will be possible for woman to love not in her weakness but in her strength, not to escape herself but to find herself, not to abase herself but to assert herself–on that day love will become for her, as for man, a source of life and not of mortal danger.”
“Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day.”
“I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.”
“I wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom.”
Art for Winter – Part IV of IV: Will Moses (American, contemporary)
Below – “Spring in the Valley”; “Canal Park”: “Sleepy Hollow”
Worth a Thousand Words: The Andromeda Galaxy, the major galaxy nearest to the Milky Way and 2.5 million light-years from Earth.
This Date in Art History: Died 9 January 2011 – Makinti Napanangka, an Australian painter.
Below – Untitled; Untitled; Untitled; “Seed Gathering Napangati Women”; “Kungka Kutjarra.”
Remembering a Vocalist on the Date of Her Birth: Born 9 January 1941 – Joan Baez, an American singer-songwriter, guitarist, and activist.
American Art – Ed Morgan (1943-2014)
In the words of one writer, “Born on November 13th, 1943 in Independence, MO to Lee and Ada (Eaton) Morgan, Ed was one of the few “free-range” engraving artists. After a high school career in the music and nightclub industry, Ed attended the Kansas City Art Institute, and then went to Hallmark Cards were he was trained to be an engraver. Recognizing corporate life was not his calling, Ed joined the Taos Starving Artists club in 1970. He first applied his talents to engraved jewelry and by 1980, started engraving plates.”
Below – “Cactus Bob”; “Cheyenne Horse”; “Blue Flower”; “The Path to the Moon”; “Walker”; “Blackfoot Feather.”
Remembering a Poet on the Date of His Birth: Born 9 January 1919 – William Morris Meredith, Jr., an American poet.
by William Morris Meredith, Jr.
What it must be like to be an angel
or a squirrel, we can imagine sooner.
The last time we go to bed good,
they are there, lying about darkness.
They dandle us once too often,
these friends who become our enemies.
Suddenly one day, their juniors
are as old as we yearn to be.
They get wrinkles where it is better
smooth, odd coughs, and smells.
It is grotesque how they go on
loving us, we go on loving them
The effrontery, barely imaginable,
of having caused us. And of how.
Their lives: surely
we can do better than that.
This goes on for a long time.Everything
they do is wrong, and the worst thing,
they all do it, is to die,
taking with them the last explanation,
how we came out of the wet sea
or wherever they got us from,
taking the last link
of that chain with them.
Father, mother, we cry, wrinkling,
to our uncomprehending children and grandchildren.
In the words of one writer, “Elena Moross (aka, Lena Moross) was born in 1955 and spent her fledging years at the Academy of Art in Leningrad before immigrating to the United States in 1974. Between 1976 and 1979, she studied at CAL Arts in Valencia. Moross’ graphic work has been displayed at the Heritage Gallery on La Cienega and has been exhibited in art expos in Los Angeles, New York and San Francisco. Since immigrating, Moross’ art has passed through many transformations. In her early years, her creativity suffered severely from the confines of the classic tradition. Once released from that tradition, it began to ferment and to be stirred by schools of European art ranging from 17th century British classicism to the work of contemporary painters such as Hockney and Bartlett. Moross began to assimilate this eclectic assortment of styles and then, like an alchemist searching for gold from baser metals, to absorb, to blend, to reflect–and finally to transmute them into her own unique vision.
Below – “Driller #2”; “Couch #9”; “Love #5”; “Love #9”; “Suburbia #9”;