Musings in Summer: Terry Pratchett
“The universe contains any amount of horrible ways to be woken up, such as the noise of the mob breaking down the front door, the scream of fire engines, or the realization that today is the Monday which on Friday night was a comfortably long way off. “
Art for Summer – Part I of V: J. Torrents Llado (Spanish, 1946-1993)
Below – “Belvedere Nenufares”
Musings in Summer: Alain Danielou
“The faithful of Shiva or Dionysus seek contact with those forces which…lead to a refusal of the politics, ambitions and limitations of ordinary social life. This does not involve simply a recognition of world harmony, but also an active participation in an experience which surpasses and upsets the order of material life.”
Art for Summer – Part II of V: Carlos Loarca (Guatemalan, contemporary)
Below – “Doguitoff Dogs”
“What is needed is this, and this alone: solitude, great inner loneliness. Going into oneself and not meeting anyone for hours – that is what one must arrive at. Loneliness of the kind one knew as a child, when the grown-ups went back and forth bound up in things which seemed grave and weighty because they looked so busy, and because one had no idea what they were up to.
And when one day you realise that their preoccupations are meagre, their professions barren and no longer connected to life, why not continue to look on them like a child, as if on something alien, drawing on the depths of your own world, on the expanse of your own solitude, which itself is work and achievement and a vocation? Why wish to exchange a child’s wise incomprehension for rejection and contempt, when incomprehension is solitude, whereas rejection and contempt are ways of participating in what, by precisely these means, you want to sever yourself from?”
Art for Summer – Part III of V: Taras Loboda (Ukrainian, contemporary)
Below – “Green Eyes”; “Tempting Beauty”
By Robinson Jeffers
At night, toward dawn, all the lights of the shore have died,
And the wind moves. Moves in the dark
The sleeping power of the ocean, no more beastlike than manlike,
Not to be compared; itself and itself.
Its breath blown shoreward huddles the world with a fog; no stars
Dance in heaven; no ship’s light glances.
I see the heavy granite bodies of the rocks of the headland,
That were ancient here before Egypt had pyramids,
Bulk on the gray of the sky, and beyond them the jets of young trees
I planted the year of the Versailles peace.
But here is the final unridiculous peace. Before the first man
Here were the stones, the ocean, the cypresses,
And the pallid region in the stone-rough dome of fog where the moon
Falls on the west. Here is reality.
The other is a spectral episode: after the inquisitive animal’s
Amusements are quiet: the dark glory.
Below – Big Sur.
Art for Summer – Part IV of V: Thomas Locker (American, 1937-2012)
Below – Untitled
An American Voice: Hunter S. Thompson
Hunter S. Thompson (1937-2005) was an American journalist, author, and, as it turned out, political prophet.
Some quotes from the work of Hunter S. Thompson:
“The main problem in any democracy is that crowd-pleasers are generally brainless swine who can go out on a stage & whup their supporters into an orgiastic frenzy – then go back to the office & sell every one of the poor bastards down the tube for a nickel apiece. Probably the rarest form of life in American politics is the man who can turn on a crowd & still keep his head straight – assuming it was straight in the first place.”
“A man who procrastinates in his choosing will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.”
“So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?”
“America… just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.”
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” “We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
“Beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life.”
“The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.”
Art for Summer – Part V of V: Nano Lopez (Columbian, contemporary)
Below – “Arthur the Believer” (bronze)
“No matter how close we are to another person, few human relationships are as free from strife, disagreement, and frustration as is the relationship you have with a good dog. Few human beings give of themselves to another as a dog gives of itself. I also suspect that we cherish dogs because their unblemished souls make us wish – consciously or unconsciously – that we were as innocent as they are, and make us yearn for a place where innocence is universal and where the meanness, the betrayals, and the cruelties of this world are unknown.”
Contemporary Spanish Art – Ramon Lombarte Part I of II:
In the words of one writer, “Since his American debut in 1987, Artist Ramon Lombarte has captured the attention of many serious American art collectors and firmly established his market in Europe. In order to make his work to a greater audience, Lombarte began creating lithographs. True to his painting style, he personally draws the image on each stone to insure that his limited edition prints are his work and not that of another artist interpreting his images.”
Below – “Sunday #14; Eleven O’Clock P.M.”; “Verano”; “Break of Day #4”; “El Molino”; “Rojo”; “Woman.”
A Second Poem for Today
By Ted Kooser
Today, from a distance, I saw you
walking away, and without a sound
the glittering face of a glacier
slid into the sea. An ancient oak
fell in the Cumberlands, holding only
a handful of leaves, and an old woman
scattering corn to her chickens looked up
for an instant. At the other side
of the galaxy, a star thirty-five times
the size of our own sun exploded
and vanished, leaving a small green spot
on the astronomer’s retina
as he stood on the great open dome
of my heart with no one to tell.
“Ramon Lombarte is so committed to quality and authenticity that, using antique lithographic presses with the assistance of a French master printer, he hand-pulls each piece of every edition. This serious attention to traditional technique prompted him to set up his own atelier in order to achieve maximum control over the quality of every print.”
Below – “Twelve Sixteen PM”; “Midnight”; “At the Ritz #8”; “At the Ritz #12”; “Break of Day #7”; “Yes Possible.”
“If it’s IN you to climb you must — there are those who MUST lift their eyes to the hills — they can’t breathe properly in the valleys.”
In the words of one writer, “The work of Patricia Leroux is a harmonious world of colours and ambiances. After her Caribbean experience where numerous paintings were born, rich in warm and colourful hues, revealing exotic femininity, Leroux decided to move to French Polynesia in 1999, living in the Marquesas Islands, and then in the Windward Islands. Painting is an integral part of her existence. Each canvas she paints is the fruit of her life experience. Though her work does not follow any preconceived ideology, her art is inspired by emotions that she translates on the canvas by way of an alchemy of mediums.”
Below – “La Reine”; “Memory”; “L’Offrande”; “Couple For”; “Le Bain”; “Femme Turquoise”; “Femme Poisson”; “Les Baigneuses.”
Musings in Summer: Annie Dillard
“The universe that suckled us is a monster that does not care if we live or die–it does not care if it itself grinds to a halt. It is a beast running on chance and death, careening from nowhere to nowhere. It is fixed and blind, a robot programmed to kill. We are free and seeing; we can only try to outwit it at every turn to save our lives.”
Contemporary American Art – Joseph Lorusso
In the words of one writer, “Joseph Lorusso was born in Chicago, Illinois, in 1966 and received his formal training at the American Academy of Art. Lorusso went on to receive his B.F.A. degree from the Kansas City Art Institute. Born of Italian descent, Lorusso was exposed to art at an early age. Through several early trips to Italy, his parents introduced him to works of the Italian Masters. Lorusso would look to these influences throughout his early artistic development and they are still evident in his work today. Discovering the works of the Impressionists, he gravitated towards the works of Manet and Vuillard. Lorusso searched for similar work of such emotion and soon became an avid student of painting, seeking out and immersing himself in the works of various artists. This path would ultimately lead him to the works of Sargent, Sorolla, Whistler and a whole army of lesser known yet equally capable painters. Within this group of artists, Lorusso found a sense of identity. In these masterful works, he saw the ability to harness emotion and convey it with power and confidence, yet with delicacy and tasteful restraint. Joseph Lorusso creates evocative and timeless figurative works. In painting his subjects, Lorusso has concentrated on honing his powers of observation, especially as it concerns color, texture, form and composition. Lorusso’s paintings have been described as warm and dreamlike, a place of restful escape with a sense of spirituality, and shares a timelessness with the work of other eras.”
Below – “Close to You”; “Another Last Drink”; “Longing for More”; “Special Book”; “Her Favorite Coat”; Untitled.