Musings in Autumn: Yasunari Kawabata
“What I believe to be memories are probably daydreams. Still, my own sentimentality yearns for them as if they were the truth, suspect or twisted though they may be. I have forgotten that they were stories I heard from another and feel an intimacy with them as if they were my own direct memories.”
Art for Autumn – Part I of II: Carlos Almaraz (Mexican, 1941-1989)
Below – “Southwest Song”; Untitled; “Whatever Happened to the Inca?”; “Clock Struck”
Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 16 October 1854 – Oscar Wilde, Irish playwright, novelist, essayist, and poet.
Some quotes from the work of Oscar Wilde:
“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”
“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
“Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.”
“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”
“I am not young enough to know everything.”
“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”
“Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.”
“With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?”
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
Art for Autumn – Part II of II: Jere Allen (American, contemporary)
Below – Untitled
Remembering a Nobel Laureate on the Date of His Birth: Born 16 October 1888 – Eugene O’Neill, an American playwright and recipient of the 1936 Nobel Prize in Literature.
Some quotes from the work of Eugene O’Neill:
“I am so far from being a pessimist…on the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life.”
“None of us can help the things life has done to us. They’re done before you realize it, and once they’re done they make you do other things until at last everything comes between you and what you’d like to be, and you’ve lost your true self forever.”
“It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must be a little in love with death!”
“Obsessed by a fairy tale, we spend our lives searching for a magic door and a lost kingdom of peace.”
“Censorship of anything, at any time, in any place, on whatever pretense, has always been and always will be the last resort of the boob and the bigot.”
“The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can’t see this house. You’d never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn’t see but a few feet ahead. I didn’t meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That’s what I wanted—to be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land. The fog and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.”
“Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of Time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.
Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.”
Contemporary Russian Art – Ilya Zomb
In the words of one writer, “Occupying the shadowy space ‘between the possible and impossible, the real and unreal,’ Zomb’s works are reminiscent of such diverse masters as Botticelli, Degas, and Magritte—but perhaps one of the most intriguing aspects of this Russian artist’s work is that, despite myriad tempting comparisons, it remains curiously unique.”
Below – “Seeded Grapes”; “Balance Above the Waves”; “Between Doves and Classicism”; “Niche of Triple Formation”; “Full Moon Over Chatham Tides”; “Scene of Pastoral-Yoga Picnic in Desert.”
Worth a Thousand Words: The business center of Belle Fourche, South Dakota, the geographical center of the United States.
Contemporary Catalonian Art – Regina Saura
Artist Statement: “My trip to Bordeaux, France was inspiration for this body of work. I chose Bordeaux and its surroundings because it offers different wine areas, each with its own peculiarities and varieties. I settled in Saint Emilion and photographed the atmosphere of the towns, the colors, and created my compositions. I experimented with the fog, vanishing points, silver and gold colors, warm and cold colors to be able to transmit the atmosphere that I experienced. I used different techniques such as silk screen prints on the fabric or papers for collage. This work represented an apprenticeship of the composition and mathematics present in nature.”
Below – “Verde Intense”; “Moulon”; “Cep Blau”; “Cep Feliz”; “Pomerol”; “Cep Abstracto.”
Remembering a Nobel Laureate on the Date of His Birth: Born 16 October 1927 – Gunter Grass, a German novelist, poet, playwright, graphic artist, illustrator, sculptor, and recipient of the 1999 Nobel Prize in Literature.
Some quotes from the work of Gunter Grass:
“There is something very strange and childish in the way grown-ups feel about their clocks—in that respect, I was never a child. I am willing to agree that the clock is probably the most remarkable thing that grown-ups ever produced. Grown-ups have it in them to be creative, and sometimes, with the help of ambition, hard work, and a bit of luck they actually are, but being grown-ups, they have no sooner created some epoch-making invention than they become a slave to it.”
“After the collapse of socialism, capitalism remained without a rival. This unusual situation unleashed its greedy and – above all – its suicidal power. The belief is now that everything – and everyone – is fair game.”
“But every time I shunned books, as scholars sometimes do, cursed them as verbal graveyards, and tried to make contact with the common folk, I ran up against the kids in our building and felt fortunate, after a few brushes with those little cannibals, to return to my reading in one piece.”
“Memory likes to play hide-and-seek, to crawl away. It tends to hold forth, to dress up, often needlessly. Memory contradicts itself; pedant that it is, it will have its way.”
are killing the forests
the fairy tales are running away.
The spindle doesn’t know
whom to prick,
the little girl’s hands
that her father has chopped off,
haven’t a single tree to catch hold of,
the third wish remains unspoken.
King Thrushbeard no longer owns one thing.
Children can no longer get lost.
The number seven means no more than exactly seven.
Because men have killed the forests,
the fairy tales are trotting off to the cities
and end badly.”
Contemporary American Art – David Bradley – Part I of II
In the words of one writer, “David Bradley (born 1954) is a Minnesota Chippewa artist. He is known for his sociopolitical critique of contemporary Native American art, and as an artist-activist battling art fraud among other concerns.”
Below – “Storyteller”; “The Last Wild Indian”; “Hopi Maiden IV”; “The Married Woman”; “Indian Country Today”; “Five Dancers Posing.”
A Poem for Today
“Going to Walden”
By Mary Oliver
It isn’t very far as highways lie.
I might be back by nightfall, having seen
The rough pines, and the stones, and the clear water.
Friends argue that I might be wiser for it.
They do not hear that far-off Yankee whisper:
How dull we grow from hurrying here and there!
Many have gone, and think me half a fool
To miss a day away in the cool country.
Maybe. But in a book I read and cherish,
Going to Walden is not so easy a thing
As a green visit. It is the slow and difficult
Trick of living, and finding it where you are.
Contemporary American Art – David Bradley: Part II of II
In the words of one writer, “David Bradley needed Santa Fe and Santa Fe needed David Bradley. He could’ve gone anywhere, any place in Indian country, any city or big art market town in the nation but sometimes you can’t pass up the perfect fit—even if you’re making it fit whether they like it or not. And everyone liked it, Natives and non-Natives loved his humor and criticisms, if you thought you were somebody then you should be in one of his paintings. David’s paintings are narratives, a welcome to and a tour through… Indian country.”
Below – “Sleeping Indian”; “Lone Ranger and Tonto Revisited”; “Harvest Moon”; “Pow Wow Princess, Southwest”; “The Passage”; “End of the Trail.”