Contemporary Portuguese Painting – Virgilio Raposo
Below – “dog sleeping in the shade”; “il male di vivere 1”; “The Faithful Friend”; “il male di vivere 2”; “autumn”; “il male di vivere 3.”
Musings in Winter: Abraham Lincoln
“We can complain because rose bushes have thorns, or rejoice because thorn bushes have roses.”
Below – Gustave Caillebotte: “Rose Bush in Flower”
Contemporary British Art – Aileen McEwen
Below – “Big Shot”; “The earth beneath your fingers”; “Bask”; “At Diana and Castillos’”; “The Souvenir of The Love Letter”; “Le Creuset Heaven.”
A Poem for Today
by Karina Borowicz
The whiskey stink of rot has settled
in the garden, and a burst of fruit flies rises
when I touch the dying tomato plants.
Still, the claws of tiny yellow blossoms
flail in the air as I pull the vines up by the roots
and toss them in the compost.
It feels cruel. Something in me isn’t ready
to let go of summer so easily. To destroy
what I’ve carefully cultivated all these months.
Those pale flowers might still have time to fruit.
My great-grandmother sang with the girls of her village
as they pulled the flax. Songs so old
and so tied to the season that the very sound
seemed to turn the weather.
Below – “Edward Vincent Park”; “Ladera Park”; “Promenade 2”; “At the Aquarium”; “On my way…”; “Miniature Pumpkins”; “Version 2.”
Musings in Winter: Gary Snyder
“Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.”
Below – Frederic Edward Church: “Twilight in the Wilderness”
Contemporary Canadian Art – Elizabeth Lennie: Part I of II.
Below – “Late Summer”; “A Day At The Beach”; “Infinity Blue”; “Aquatic Life”; “Aerial Navigation”; “Aquatic Life.”
by Jennifer Maier
Forgive me, Aunt Phyllis, for rejecting the cut
glass dishes—the odd set you gathered piece
by piece from thirteen boxes of Lux laundry soap.
Pardon me, eggbeater, for preferring the whisk;
and you, small ship in a bottle, for the diminutive
size of your ocean. Please don’t tell my mother,
hideous lamp, that the light you provided
was never enough. Domestic deities, do not be angry
that my counters are not white with flour;
no one is sorrier than I, iron skillet, for the heavy
longing for lightness directing my mortal hand.
And my apologies, to you, above all,
forsaken dresses, that sway from a rod between
ladders behind me, clicking your plastic tongues
at the girl you once made beautiful,
and the woman, with a hard heart and
softening body, who stands in the driveway
Contemporary Canadian Art – Elizabeth Lennie: Part II of II.
Below – “The Turquoise Sea”; “Rabbit Lake 22”; “Celestial Bodies”; “Rabbit Lake 17”; “Radiant Summer”; “Deep Summer.”