This Date in Art History: Born 8 November 1883 – Charles Demuth, an American painter.
Below – “The Boat Ride from Sorrento”; “Sail: In Two Movements”; “Wild Orchids”; “Trees and Barns Bermuda”; “The Jazz Singer”; “In Vaudeville (Dancer with Chorus).”
Remembering a Nobel Laureate on the Date of His Birth: Born 8 November 1954 – Kazuo Ishiguro, a British novelist, screenwriter, short story writer, and recipient of the 2017 Nobel Prize in Literature.
Some quotes from the work of Kazuo Ishiguro;
“I’m interested in memory because it’s a filter through which we see our lives, and because it’s foggy and obscure, the opportunities for self-deception are there. In the end, as a writer, I’m more interested in what people tell themselves happened rather than what actually happened.”
“Many of our deepest motives come, not from an adult logic of how things work in the world, but out of something that is frozen from childhood.”
“You have to accept that sometimes that’s how things happen in this world. People’s opinions, their feelings, they go one way, then the other. It just so happens you grew up at a certain point in this process.”
“If you are under the impression you have already perfected yourself, you will never rise to the heights you are no doubt capable of.”
“But then again I wonder if what we feel in our hearts today isn’t like these raindrops still falling on us from the soaked leaves above, even though the sky itself long stopped raining. I’m wondering if without our memories, there’s nothing for it but for our love to fade and die.”
“After all, what can we ever gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished?”
“There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.”
Below – “The Pool”; “Self-Portrait with Sister”; “The Emerald Necklace”; “May Flowers”; “Spring”; “Lady in a Rocking Chair.”
“November, Late in the Day”
by John M. Ridland
So this is aging: the bare sun, skinned,
palely bucking the dark wind,
slides through the glass, crawls on the carpet,
climbs the footboard, lies crosswise on the blanket,
a spoiled dog waiting to be fed.
Not now, dear warmth. The kindling’s in the shed,
too far to fetch. Those two great logs that close
together to make fire, repose
apart, an old couple reminiscing
on conflagrations they’re now missing:
how every sunny Saturday afternoon,
Hey, diddle-diddle, the dish ran away with the spoon.
Not yet, dear spoon. Some hotter day, dear dish.
No tidbits now. Instead, let’s make a wish,
and boil fresh water for the small teapot
to keep it piping hot.
This Date in Art History: Born 8 November 1905 – Victor Borisov-Musatov, a Russian painter: Part II of II.
Below – “Phantoms”; “Autumn Song”; “Requiem”; “Agave”; “Daphnis and Chloe”; “Self-Portrait.”