American Art – Part I of III: Diane Hoeptner
Artist Statement: “Since I started adding cats (and sparrows! and patterns!) to my paintings, I fear my artist statement regarding florals falls a little short; you can see that below. I will post a refreshed artist statement once I’ve collected my thoughts on work to date.”
American Art – Part II of III: Cecilia Beaux
Died 7 September 1942 – Cecilia Beaux, one of the most successful portraitists of her era.
American Art – Part III of III: Thomas Caleb Goggans
According to one writer, “Thomas Caleb Goggans began the path to his fine art career in Chattanooga, Tennessee at the early age of twelve and has trained under distinguished artists ever since. He began as an apprentice under Gordon Wetmore, Chairman of the Portrait Society of America, as well as studying and learning from other accomplished painters.
In 2003 Mr. Goggans moved to New England to rigorously continue his studies at the Lyme Academy College of Fine Arts, one of the only traditional art colleges in America. As an Adams, Wardlaw, and National Merit Scholar his work quickly advanced, thriving in the focused studios. He continued his work outside of school as well, studying under multiple notable painters of New England.”
“I was getting sick and tired of being lectured by dear friends with their little bottles of water and their regular visits to the gym. All of a sudden, we’ve got this voluntary prohibition that has to do with health and fitness. I’m not really in favor of health and fitness.” – Barbara Holland, American writer and author of
“Endangered Pleasures: In Defense of Naps, Bacon, Martinis, Profanity, and Other Indulgences” and “The Joy of Drinking,” who died 7 September 2010.
Some quotes from the work of Barbara Holland:
“A catless writer is almost inconceivable. It’s a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys.”
“Drink, the social glue of the human race. Probably in the beginning we could explain ourselves to our close family members with grunts, muttered syllables, gestures, slaps, and punches. Then when the neighbors started dropping in to help harvest, stomp, stir, and drink the bounty of the land, after we’d softened our natural suspicious hostility with a few stiff ones, we had to think up some more nuanced communications, like words. From there it was a short step to grammar, civil law, religion, history, and ‘The Whiffenpoof Song.’”
“For some of us, the soul is resident in the sole, and yearns ceaselessly for light and air and self-expression. Our feet are our very selves. The touch of floor or carpet, grass or mud or asphalt, speaks to us loud and clear from the foot, that scorned and lowly organ as dear to us as our eyes and ears.”
“In the metropolitan haunts of the highly sophisticated, the cocktail is no longer an instrument of friendship but a competitive fashion statement, or one-upmanship.”
“In the taverns all was amiable and easy, but the coffeehouses were cauldrons of edgy malcontents.”
“Joy has been leaking out of our life. We have let the new Puritans take over, spreading a layer of foreboding across the land until even ignorant small children rarely laugh anymore. Pain has become nobler than pleasure; work, however foolish or futile, nobler than play; and denying ourselves even the most harmless delights marks the suitably somber outlook on life.”
“Our Revolution was born and raised in taverns.”
From the Music Archives – Part I of II: Buddy Holly
“If anyone asks you what kind of music you play, tell him ‘pop.’ Don’t tell him ‘rock’n’roll’ or they won’t even let you in the hotel.” – Buddy Holly, American singer, songwriter, musician, and founder of The Crickets, who was born 7 September 1936.
From the Music Archives – Part II of II: Gloria Gaynor
Born 7 September 1949 – Gloria Gaynor, an American vocalist.
Here is one critic describing the background of Indian painter Jamil Naqsh (born 1939): “A simple man at heart, Jamil Naqsh lives surrounded by plants and greenery, birds and other pets, paintings and artefacts. A very eastern man, Jamil Naqsh never lost sight of his roots. Sitting on the floor, recounting anecdotes, and relating experiences of his childhood, he is a sensitive man totally absorbed in his work, and yet completely aware of all that is happening in the world of today. Bridging both worlds with no seeming contradiction, he is both a modern expressionist and a traditional miniaturist.”
“The cure for anything is salt water – tears, sweat, or the sea.” – Karen von Blixen-Finecke, better known by her pen name Isak Dinesen, Danish writer and author of “Out of Africa,” who died 7 September 1962.
Some quotes from “Out of Africa”:
“People who dream when they sleep at night know of a special kind of happiness which the world of the day holds not, a placid ecstasy, and ease of heart, that are like honey on the tongue. They also know that the real glory of dreams lies in their atmosphere of unlimited freedom. It is not the freedom of the dictator, who enforces his own will on the world, but the freedom of the artist, who has no will, who is free of will. The pleasure of the true dreamer does not lie in the substance of the dream, but in this: that there things happen without any interference from his side, and altogether outside his control. Great landscapes create themselves, long splendid views, rich and delicate colours, roads, houses, which he has never seen or heard of.”
“Perhaps he knew, as I did not, that the Earth was made round so that we would not see too far down the road.”
“If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?”
“Up in this air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am, where I ought to be.”
“It is impossible that a town will not play a part in your life, it does not even make much difference whether you have more good or bad things to say of it, it draws your mind to it, by a mental law of gravitation.”
“When in the end, the day came on which I was going away, I learned the strange learning that things can happen which we ourselves cannot possibly imagine, either beforehand, or at the time when they are taking place, or afterwards when we look back on them.”
From the American Old West: The James-Younger Gang
7 September 1876 – The James-Younger gang fails in their attempt to rob a bank in Northfield, Minnesota. In the words of one historian, “On September 7, 1876, the James-Younger gang attempted a raid on the First National Bank of Northfield, Minnesota. After this robbery and a manhunt, only Frank and Jesse James were left alive and uncaptured.”
By Eve Merriam
Vacation is over;
It’s time to depart.
I must leave behind
(Although it breaks my heart)
Tadpoles in the pond,
A can of eels,
A leaky rowboat,
Abandoned car wheels;