Sentient in San Francisco – 3 November 2018

This Date in Art History: Died 3 November 2013 – Leonard Long, a Australian painter.

Below – “Kinglake Landscape”; “The Bullio Hills Wollondilly NSW”; “Shoalhaven from Pulpit Rock”; “The Grande Ridge Road, Tarra Valley, VIC”; “Storm over the Flinders Ranges”; “Summer Haze.”

This Date in Art History: Died 3 November 1980 – Caroline Mytinger, an American painter.

Below – “For the Dance”; “Marovo Lagoon Family”; “Smoke Spello”; “Sarli and Wife”; “Flash”; “Big and Little Buka.”


This Date in Art History: Died 3 November 1954 – Henri Matisse, a French painter and sculptor.

Below – “Woman Reading”; “Vase of Sunflowers”; “Woman with a Hat”; “Le bonheur de vivre”; “Awakening” (plaster); “Reclining Nude” (bronze); “Study of a Nude.”


A November Poem

“November”
by Elizabeth Drew Stoddard

Much have I spoken of the faded leaf;
Long have I listened to the wailing wind,
And watched it ploughing through the heavy clouds,
For autumn charms my melancholy mind.

When autumn comes, the poets sing a dirge:
The year must perish; all the flowers are dead;
The sheaves are gathered; and the mottled quail
Runs in the stubble, but the lark has fled!

Still, autumn ushers in the Christmas cheer,
The holly-berries and the ivy-tree:
They weave a chaplet for the Old Year’s bier,
These waiting mourners do not sing for me!

I find sweet peace in depths of autumn woods,
Where grow the ragged ferns and roughened moss;
The naked, silent trees have taught me this,—
The loss of beauty is not always loss!


This Date in Art History: Born 3 November 1905 – Lois Mailou Jones, an American painter.

Below – “Portrait of a Woman with Gold Earrings”; “Still Life of a Vase of Roses”; “Market-Kenscoff, Haiti”; “A Tropical Skyline”; “A Shady Nook”; “Nude.”


American Art – Fairfield Porter (1907-1975)

Below – “Under the Elms”; “Girl in a Landscape”; “Jimmy and Liz”; “The Mirror”; “Island Farmhouse”; “Wheat.”


A Poem for Today

“Assurance”
by William Stafford

You will never be alone, you hear so deep
a sound when autumn comes. Yellow
pulls across the hills and thrums,
or the silence after lightening before it says
its names- and then the clouds’ wide-mouthed
apologies. You were aimed from birth:
you will never be alone. Rain
will come, a gutter filled, an Amazon,
long aisles- you never heard so deep a sound,
moss on rock, and years. You turn your head-
that’s what the silence meant: you’re not alone.
The whole wide world pours down.

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