31 July 2017 – Beleaguered in Bothell

Musings in Summer: Ashley Lorenzana

“People leave imprints on our lives, shaping who we become in much the same way that a symbol is pressed into the page of a book to tell you who it comes from. Dogs, however, leave paw prints on our lives and our souls, which are as unique as fingerprints in every way.”

Art for Summer – Part I of IV: Aldo Luongo (Argentinian/American, contemporary)

Below – “Sunset Room”


Musings in Summer: Rachel Carson

“One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space.”


Art for Summer – Part II of IV: Roberto Lupetti (Italian, 1918-1997)

Below – “Still Life with Lute”

A Poem for Today

“Bottled Water”
By Kim Dower

I go to the corner liquor store
for a bottle of water, middle
of a hectic day, must get out
of the office, stop making decisions,
quit obsessing does my blue skirt clash
with my hot pink flats; should I get
my mother a caregiver or just put her
in a home, and I pull open the glass
refrigerator door, am confronted
by brands—Arrowhead, Glitter Geyser,
Deer Park, spring, summer, winter water,
and clearly the bosses of bottled water:
Real Water and Smart Water—how different
will they taste? If I drink Smart Water
will I raise my IQ but be less authentic?
If I choose Real Water will I no longer
deny the truth, but will I attract confused,
needy people who’ll take advantage
of my realness by dumping their problems
on me, and will I be too stupid to help them
sort through their murky dilemmas?
I take no chances, buy them both,
sparkling smart, purified real, drain both bottles,
look around to see is anyone watching?
I’m now brilliantly hydrated.
Both real and smart my insides bubble
with compassion and intelligence
as I walk the streets with a new swagger,
knowing the world is mine.

Art for Summer – Part III of IV: Stephen Lyman (American, 1957-2013)

Below – “Early Winter in the Mountains”

Musings in Summer: F. Scott Fitzgerald

“We can’t possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name’s become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day.”

A silhouetted couple on a beach, walking away from each other. A seagull looks on.

Art for Summer – Part IV of IV: Michael Lynch (American, contemporary)

Below – “Red Willows”

A Second Poem for Today

“A Story Can Change Your Life”
By Peter Everwine

On the morning she became a young widow,
my grandmother, startled by a sudden shadow,
looked up from her work to see a hawk turn
her prized rooster into a cloud of feathers.
That same moment, halfway around the world
in a Minnesota mine, her husband died,
buried under a ton of rockfall.
She told me this story sixty years ago.
I don’t know if it’s true but it ought to be.
She was a hard old woman, and though she knelt
on Sundays when the acolyte’s silver bell
announced the moment of Christ’s miracle,
it was the darker mysteries she lived by:
shiver-cry of an owl, black dog by the roadside,
a tapping at the door and nobody there.
The moral of the story was plain enough:
miracles become a burden and require a priest
to explain them. With signs, you only need
to keep your wits about you and place your trust
in a shadow world that lets you know hard luck
and grief are coming your way. And for that
—so the story goes—any day will do.


Welsh Art – Gwen John

In the words of one writer, “Gwendolen Mary John (22 June 1876 – 18 September 1939) was a Welsh artist who worked in France for most of her career. Her paintings, mainly portraits of anonymous female sitters, are rendered in a range of closely related tones. Although she was overshadowed during her lifetime by her brother Augustus John, her reputation has grown steadily since her death.”

Below – “The Convalescent”; “Girl with a Cat”; “The Artist in Her Room in Paris”; “Dorelia in a Black Dress”; “Chloe Boughton Leigh”; “Self-Portrait.”

 

Musings in Summer: Alain de Botton

“In the oasis complex, the thirsty man images he sees water, palm trees, and shade not because he has evidence for the belief, but because he has a need for it. Desperate needs bring about a hallucination of their solution: thirst hallucinates water, the need for love hallucinates a prince or princess. The oasis complex is never a complete delusion: the man in the desert does see something on the horizon. It is just that the palms have withered, the well is dry, and the place is infected with locusts.”

Contemporary French Art – Thomas Saliot

Thomas Saliot has been painting and traveling for the last 20 years. He now lives between Marrakech and Paris.
Thomas describes his work by saying, ‘I work ‘free hand’ from photos I find all over the web. It is a bit in the spirit of a blog where I use iconic images like snapshot of our centuries’.”

Below – “Cat bed”; “Summer Bath”; “Nice girl looking at boyfriend and wondering how to dump him”; “Morning Light”; “Right as Rain”; “Bed window NY.”


Musings in Summer: Lucy Maud Montgomery

“There is another bend in the road after this. No one knows what will happen.”

 

Below – Helen Steiner: “A Bend in the Road”

Contemporary American Art – John Lurie

In the words of one writer, “John Lurie emerged onto the art scene in the spring of 2004, when he had his first painting exhibition at Anton Kern Gallery. Since then Lurie’s work has been exhibited in esteemed galleries throughout the world.  His solo museum exhibits include P.S.1. Contemporary Arts Center in New York, Musee Des Beaux-Arts De Montreal, the Musee d’Art Moderne Grand-Duc Jean in Luxembourg and the Watari Museum of Contemporary Art in Tokyo, who gave their entire museum to the presentation of Lurie’s work. Both the Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art and The Museum of Modern Art in New York have acquired his work for their permanent collections.”

Below – “It’s deeper than you think”; “Bison”; “The Monk Loved His Garden”; “The sky is falling. I am learning to live with it.”; “Man Protected From Flowers By Flowers”; “Portrait of a Cow.”

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