Beleaguered in Bothell – 13 January 2018

Musings in Winter: Emily Carr

“I think that one’s art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.”

Art for Winter – Part I of V: Carlos Nakatani (Mexican, 1934-2004)

Below – “Vuelo”; “Vuelta”; “Fulgida”

Remembering an Iconic Figure From the American Old West on the Date of His Death: Died 13 January 1929 – Wyatt Earp, an American gambler, deputy sheriff in Pima County, and deputy town Marshall in Tombstone, Arizona Territory. Earp famously took part in the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral in 1881.

Below – Wyatt Earp in 1881; Tombstone in 1881.

Art for Winter – Part II of V: Tadashi Nakayama (Japanese, contemporary)

Below – “Horse in the Thunder”; “Afternoon Dressed in Yellow”; “Horse Orb”

Worth a Thousand Words: A Luna Moth.

Art for Winter – Part III of V: Dan Namingha (Native American, contemporary)

Below – “Hopi Eagle Dance”; “Pueblo Symbolism”; Untitled

Musings in Winter: Richard Dawkins

“There is something infantile in the presumption that somebody else has a responsibility to give your life meaning and point… The truly adult view, by contrast, is that our life is as meaningful, as full and as wonderful as we choose to make it.”

Art for Winter – Part IV of V: Woodrow Nash (American, contemporary)

Below – “Bust” (ceramic); “Semelo” (stoneware); Untitled (ceramic)

Remembering a Writer on the Date of Her Birth: Born 13 January 1957 – Claudia Emerson, an American poet.

by Claudia Emerson

It was first dark when the plow turned it up.
Unsown, it came fleshless, mud-ruddled, nothing
but itself, the tendon’s bored eye threading
a ponderous needle. And yet the pocked fist
of one end dared what was undone
in the strewing, defied the mouth of the hound
that dropped it.
The whippoorwill began
again its dusk-borne mourning. I had never
seen what urgent wing disembodied
the voice, would fail to recognize its broken
shell or shadow or its feathers strewn
before me. As if afraid of forgetting,
it repeated itself, mindlessly certain.
I threw the bone toward that incessant claiming,
and watched it turned by rote, end over end over end.

Art for Winter – Part V of V: Adriana Naveh (Israeli, contemporary)

Below – “Sitting with Roses”; “Books”; “Window View”

Musings in Winter: Camille Paglia

“The altar, as in pre-history, is anywhere you kneel.”

This Date in Art History: Died 13 January 1956 – Lyonel Feininger, a German-American Expressionist painter and illustrator.

Below – “The High Shore”; “Gaberndorf II”; “Sail Boats”; “Sunset”; “The Stargazers”; “Bird Cloud.”

Remembering a Great Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 13 January 1941 – James Joyce, an Irish novelist, short story writer, poet, and author of “Ulysses,” “Dubliners,” “A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,” and “Finnegan’s Wake.”

Some quotes from the work of James Joyce:

“Shut your eyes and see.”
“Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”
“But we are living in a skeptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age; and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hypereducated as it is, will lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humor which belonged to an older day.”
“Life is too short to read a bad book.”
“Mistakes are the portals of discovery.”
“When the short days of winter came, dusk fell before we had well eaten our dinners. When we met in the street the houses had grown sombre. The space of sky above us was the colour of ever-changing violet and towards it the lamps of the street lifted their feeble lanterns. The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed. Our shouts echoed in the silent street.”
“His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before.”
“There is no past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.”
“The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.”
“Better pass boldly into that other world, in the full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.”
“I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it calls itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defense the only arms I allow myself to use — silence, exile, and cunning.”

American Art – Reuben Nakian (1897-1986)

In the words of one writer, Reuben Nakian “was an American sculptor and teacher of Armenian extraction. His recurring themes are from Greek and Roman mythology.”

Below – “Leda and the Swan” (bronze); “Voyage to Crete”; “Nymph and Goat” (bronze); “Moon Goddess” (bronze); “Europa and the Bull”; “Two Nymphs.”

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