American Art – Part I of V: Rachel Bullock
“We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.” – Jonathan Swift, Anglo-Irish satirist, essayist, political pamphleteer, poet, Dean of St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Dublin, and author of “Gulliver’s Travels,” “A Modest Proposal,” and “A Tale of the Tub,” who died 19 October 1745.
Some quotes from the work of Jonathan Swift:
“May you live every day of your life.”
“When a great genius appears in the world you may know him by this sign; that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.”
“Vision is the art of seeing things invisible.”
“Books, the children of the brain.”
“Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.”
“I never wonder to see men wicked, but I often wonder to see them not ashamed.”
“Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through.”
“It is useless to attempt to reason a man out of a thing he was never reasoned into.”
“Every man desires to live long, but no man wishes to be old.”
“No wise man ever wished to be younger. ”
“For in reason, all government without the consent of the governed is the very definition of slavery.”
“Undoubtedly, philosophers are in the right when they tell us that nothing is great or little otherwise than by comparison.”
“You should never be ashamed to admit you have been wrong. It only proves you are wiser today than yesterday”
“And he gave it for his opinion, “that whoever could make two ears of corn, or two blades of grass, to grow upon a spot of ground where only one grew before, would deserve better of mankind, and do more essential service to his country, than the whole race of politicians put together.”
“We of this age have discovered a shorter, and more prudent method to become scholars and wits, without the fatigue of reading or of thinking.”
“I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child well nursed is at a year old a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee or a ragout.”
“The best doctors in the world are Doctor Diet, Doctor Quiet, and Doctor Merryman.”
“The latter part of a wise person’s life is occupied with curing the follies, prejudices and false opinions they contracted earlier.”
“Happiness is the perpetual possession of being well deceived.”
“Coffee makes us severe, and grave and philosophical.”
“Satire is a sort of glass wherein beholders do generally discover everybody’s face but their own; which is the chief reason for that kind reception it meets with in the world, and that so very few are offended with it.”
“As blushing will sometimes make a whore pass for a virtuous woman, so modesty may make a fool seem a man of sense.”
Australian painter Lucy Turnbull graduated with a Bachelor of Visual Art, Honors Degree from Adelaide Central School of Art.
Artist Statement: “My brothers have been a major focus of my artistic practice. Previously they appeared as sculptures or painted figures, tender portraits of human relationships.”
American Art – Part II of V: Peter Max
“Rise and demand; you are a burning flame.
You are sure to conquer there where the final horizon
Becomes a drop of blood, a drop of life,
Where you will carry the universe on your shoulders,
Where the universe will bear your hope.” – Miguel Asturias, a Guatemalan poet, novelist, playwright, journalist, diplomat, author of “Men of Maize,” and recipient of the 1967 Nobel Prize in Literature “for his vivid literary achievement, deep-rooted in the national traits and traditions of Indian peoples of Latin America,” who was born 19 October 1899.
“The Indians come down from Mixco”
The Indians come down from Mixco
Laden with deep blue
And the city with its frightened
Streets receives them
With a handful of lights
That, like stars, are extinguished
When daybreak comes.
A sound of heartbeats
Is in their hands that stroke
The wind like two oars;
And from their feet fall
Prints like little soles
In the dust of the road.
The stars that peep out
At Mixco stay in Mixco
Because the Indians catch them
For baskets that they fill
With chickens and the big white flowers
Of the golden Spanish bayonet.
From the Music Archives – Part I of II: Richard Wagner
19 October 1845 – Richard Wagner’s opera “Tannhäuser” premieres in Dresden.
American Art – Part III of V: Gregory Gillespie
In the words of one critic, “Gregory Joseph Gillespie (1936–2000) was an American magic realist painter.
Gillespie became known for meticulously painted figurative paintings, landscapes, and self portraits, often with a fantastical element. Many of his early works were made by painting over photographs cut from newspapers or magazines, transforming the scenes through photographic collage and by adding imaginary elements. In his later work he abandoned his early fascination with creating hyper-realized realistic imagery, instead focusing on a looser and more expressive style. He often combined media in an unorthodox way to create shrine-like assemblages.”
From the Music Archives – Part II of II: Son House
Died 19 October 1988 – Son House, American blues singer and guitarist. During the 1960s, House rose from obscurity to become a successful and influential blues musician, and “Death Letter Blues” is one of his best compositions.
Born 19 October 1882 – Umberto Boccioni, an influential Italian painter and sculptor.
“A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.” – Lewis Mumford, American historian, sociologist, philosopher of technology, literary critic, and author of “The City in History” (which won the 1962 National Book Award for Nonfiction), who was born on 19 October 1895.
Fifty years ago, the prescient Mumford expressed his distrust of both the financial industry and an increasingly intrusive political structure, fearful that these hegemonic institutions were not fostering local community culture. Further, one of Mumford’s great contributions to the history of ideas came in his book “Technics and Civilization” (1934), in which he argues that technology has a two-fold character: “Polytechnic,” which enlists many different modes of technology, providing a complex framework to solve human problems, and “Monotechnic,” which is technology for its own sake, and which oppresses humanity as it moves along its own trajectory.
Some quotes from Louis Mumford:
“The way people in democracies think of the government as something different from themselves is a real handicap. And, of course, sometimes the government confirms their opinion.”
“Traditionalists are pessimists about the future and optimists about the past.”
“Every generation revolts against its fathers and makes friends with its grandfathers.”
“Forget the damned motor car and build the cities for lovers and friends.”
“Our national flower is the concrete cloverleaf.”
“A certain amount of opposition is a great help to a man. Kites rise against, not with, the wind.”
“Life is the only art that we are required to practice without preparation, and without being allowed the preliminary trials, the failures and botches, that are essential for training.”
“A man of courage never needs weapons, but he may need bail.”
“However far modern science and techniques have fallen short of their inherent possibilities, they have taught mankind at least one lesson: nothing is impossible.”
“Restore human legs as a means of travel. Pedestrians rely on food for fuel and need no special parking facilities.”
“New York is the perfect model of a city, not the model of a perfect city.”
“It has not been for nothing that the word has remained man’s principal toy and tool: without the meanings and values it sustains, all man’s other tools would be worthless.”
“The chief function of the city is to convert power into form, energy into culture, dead matter into the living symbols of art, biological reproduction into social creativity.”
“Without fullness of experience, length of days is nothing. When fullness of life has been achieved, shortness of days is nothing. That is perhaps why the young have usually so little fear of death; they live by intensities that the elderly have forgotten.”
“War is the supreme drama of a completely mechanized society.”
“The artist does not illustrate science (but) he frequently responds to the same interests that a scientist does.”
“One of the functions of intelligence is to take account of the dangers that come from trusting solely to the intelligence.”
“Today, the notion of progress in a single line without goal or limit seems perhaps the most parochial notion of a very parochial century.”
“Today, the degradation of the inner life is symbolized by the fact that the only place sacred from interruption is the private toilet.”
“Nothing is unthinkable, nothing impossible to the balanced person, provided it comes out of the needs of life and is dedicated to life’s further development.”
Here is one critic describing the artistry of Spanish painter Goyo Dominguez (born 1960): “Goyo is one of those very few, enviable characters who very early in life realize that haste and noise are the principal enemies of happiness. He soon chose, both in his life and in his art, the road of wisdom; taking him far away from sterile competition and useless ambition, from false gods and passing glory. This is the way he found the peace and quiet that stimulate his soul.”
“Set the foot down with distrust on the crust of the world—it is thin.” – Edna St. Vincent Millay, American poet, playwright, and recipient of the 1923 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for “The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems,” who died 19 October 1950.
“The Ballad of the Harp Weaver”
She sang as she worked,
And the harp-strings spoke;
Her voice never faltered,
And the thread never broke.
And when I awoke,—
There sat my mother
With the harp against her shoulder
And not a day older,
A smile about her lips,
And a light about her head,
And her hands in the harp-strings
And piled up beside her
And toppling to the skies,
Were the clothes of a king’s son,
Just my size.
It’s little I care what path I take,
And where it leads it’s little I care;
But out of this house, lest my heart break,
I must go, and off somewhere.
It’s little I know what’s in my heart,
What’s in my mind it’s little I know,
But there’s that in me must up and start,
And it’s little I care where my feet go.
I wish I could walk for a day and a night,
And find me at dawn in a desolate place
With never the rut of a road in sight,
Nor the roof of a house, nor the eyes of a face.
I wish I could walk till my blood should spout,
And drop me, never to stir again,
On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out,
And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.
But dump or dock, where the path I take
Brings up, it’s little enough I care;
And it’s little I’d mind the fuss they’ll make,
Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere.
“Is something the matter, dear,” she said,
“That you sit at your work so silently?”
“No, mother, no, ’twas a knot in my thread.
There goes the kettle, I’ll make the tea.”
“Love Is Not All”
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution’s power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.
American Art – Part IV of IV: Patricia Boyd
In the words of one critic, “Patricia Boyd took a trip to Africa that transformed her life. While there she saw how the people lived in joy without the material-ness of American society. She noticed that they used every bit of anything they had. Nothing goes to waste. She listened to their stories, and when she returned home, she knew she had to share what she experienced through her art, the way she knew she could express these inspirations the best.”
Artist Statement: “I see gourds like individual fingerprints. As earth’s original vessels, each grows in its own unique form.
I want my work to tell a story and speak to your heart.
“I see a potential in almost every gourd because there is so much you can do as you allow your imagination to be free.”
A Poem for Today
By Jody Gladding
We’d like to talk with you about fear they said so
many people live in fear these days they drove up
all four of them in a small car nice boy they said
beautiful dogs they said so friendly the man ahead
of the woman the other two waiting in the drive I
was outside digging up the garden no one home I said
what are you selling anyway I’m not interested I
said well you have a nice day they said here’s our
card there’s a phone number you can call anytime
any other houses down this road anyone else live
here we’d like to talk to them about living in fear
American Art – Part V of V: Logan Maxwell Hagege
In the words of one critic, “Logan Maxwell Hagege is a talented artist who excels in depicting the figure and landscapes. Serious study in art started for Logan when early interest in animation sent him to a local art school, Associates in Art. His interest quickly moved from animation to fine art while attending life drawing classes, and later the Academy`s Advanced Masters Program, which was modeled after the old time French Art Schools where students spent more than six hours per day studying from live models. Logan also studied privately under
This artist has drawn inspiration for his subjects from his native Southern California as well as by traveling extensively to view various landscapes in the American Southwest and the Northeast Coast of the U.S.”