Remembering a Nobel Laureate on the Date of Her Death: Died 10 January 1957 – Gabriela Mistral, a Chilean poet, diplomat, educator, humanist, and recipient of the 1945 Nobel Prize in Literature.
“I Am Not Alone”
by Gabriela Mistral
The night, it is deserted
from the mountains to the sea.
But I, the one who rocks you,
I am not alone!
The sky, it is deserted
for the moon falls to the sea.
But I, the one who holds you,
I am not alone !
The world, it is deserted.
All flesh is sad you see.
But I, the one who hugs you,
I am not alone!
Below – Untitled (Dreamer); “Where’d You Git Them Hightop Shoes?”; “Midsummer Night in Harlem”
This Date in the History of the American Old West – Part I of II: Born 10 January 1843 – Frank James, a Confederate soldier, guerrilla, outlaw, older brother of Jesse James, and member of the James-Younger Gang.
Below – Frank James in 1898.
Art for Winter – Part II of III: Pat Buckley Moss (American, contemporary)
Below – “Horse and Barn”; “To Market”; “Long Pond, Barn, Farm Scene”
Worth a Thousand Words: The night sky over Death Valley.
Art for Winter – Part III of III: Marcel Mouly (French, 1918-2008)
Below – “Juane en Bleu”; “Dans le Souk”; “La Fenêtre Grecque”
This Date in the History of the American Old West – Part II of II: Died 10 January1917 – William Frederick “Buffalo Bill” Cody, an American scout, bison hunter, and showman.
Indian Art – Kaiko Moti (1921-1989)
In the words of one writer, “Moti was born Kaikobad Motiwalla in Bombay, India in 1921. He began private design classes at age fourteen and, between the years 1939 and 1946, he attended the Bombay School of Fine Arts. Moti moved to London, England in 1946 and continued his art studies at the Slade School of Art of the University College receiving his Masters Degree in painting and sculpture. In 1950 Moti settled into becoming a permanent resident of Paris. He attended the Academie de la Grand Chaumiere and studied sculpture with Ossip Zadkine at his atelier. In 1952, Moti began studying engraving with Stanley William Hayter at Atelier 17 where he pioneered many techniques in the field of viscosity printing. Moti began exhibiting in 1953, and showed internationally at the Venice Biennale, the Bibliotheque Nationale, the Basel Art Fair, the Art Expo and the New York Public Library. He won various awards and is represented in the permanent collections of the Victoria and Albert Museum, the Paris Musee d’Art Moderne and Bibliotheque Nationale.”
Below – “Coelacanthes”; “Owl Light”; “Orange Blossoms in a Vase”; “Paris Horses”; “Falcon”; “Still Life with Pomegranate.”
“An Abandoned Factory, Detroit”
by Philip Levine
The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands,
An iron authority against the snow,
And this grey monument to common sense
Resists the weather. Fears of idle hands,
Of protest, men in league, and of the slow
Corrosion of their minds, still charge this fence.
Beyond, through broken windows one can see
Where the great presses paused between their strokes
And thus remain, in air suspended, caught
In the sure margin of eternity.
The cast-iron wheels have stopped; one counts the spokes
Which movement blurred, the struts inertia fought,
And estimates the loss of human power,
Experienced and slow, the loss of years,
The gradual decay of dignity.
Men lived within these foundries, hour by hour;
Nothing they forged outlived the rusted gears
Which might have served to grind their eulogy.
Below – “A Summer Afternoon”; “Lady Lavery”; “Woman with Golden Turban”; “On the Riviera.”
Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 10 January 1887 – Robinson Jeffers, an American poet.
by Robinson Jeffers
The extraordinary patience of things!
This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses-
How beautiful when we first beheld it,
Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs;
No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing,
Or a few milch cows rubbing their flanks on the outcrop rockheads-
Now the spoiler has come: does it care?
Not faintly. It has all time. It knows the people are a tide
That swells and in time will ebb, and all
Their works dissolve. Meanwhile the image of the pristine beauty
Lives in the very grain of the granite,
Safe as the endless ocean that climbs our cliff.-As for us:
We must uncenter our minds from ourselves;
We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident
As the rock and ocean that we were made from.
This Date in Art History: Born 10 January 1916 – Eldzier Cortor, an American painter.
Below – “Classical Study No. 34”; “Dance Composition No. 31”; “Figure/Assemblage I”; “Figure Composition No. II”; “The Night Letter”; “Sepia Odalisque I.”
Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 10 January 1939 – Jared Carter, an American poet.
by Jared Carter
It takes a long, smooth stroke practiced carefully
over many years and made with one steady motion.
You do not really cut glass, you score its length
with a sharp, revolving wheel at the end of a tool
not much bigger than a pen-knife. Glass is liquid,
sleeping. The line you make goes through the sheet
like a wave through water, or a voice calling in a dream,
but calling only once. If the glazier knows how to work
without hesitation, glass begins to remember. Watch now
how he draws the line and taps the edge: the pieces
break apart like a book opened to a favorite passage.
Each time, what he finds is something already there.
In its waking state glass was fire once, and brightness.
All that becomes clear when you hold up the new pane.
Below – “Flight of Blackbirds at Dawn”; “The Tree”; “Wheat Field with Tower”; “Lighted Window”; “Three Days Rain”; “Springtime in the Pool.”