Musings in Winter: Sam Harris
“Man is manifestly not the measure of all things. This universe is shot through with mystery. The very fact of its being, and of our own, is a mystery absolute, and the only miracle worthy of the name.”
Art for Winter – Part I of IV: Thomas Mangelsen (American, contemporary)
Below – “Arctic Nights” (photograph); “Serendipity” (photograph); “Among the Aspens” (photograph)
Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 26 December 1891 – Henry Miller, an American novelist, critic, and painter
Some quotes from the work of Henry Miller:
“Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.”
“The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.”
“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. there is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up, only to discover what is already there.”
“Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.”
“Everyone has his own reality in which, if one is not too cautious, timid or frightened, one swims. This is the only reality there is.”
“The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself”
“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.”
Below – “Drivers with Two Streets”;
Remembering a Comic Genius on the Date of His Death: Died 26 December 1974 – Jack Benny, an American comedian, vaudevillian, actor, and violinist.
Art for Winter – Part III of IV: Roger Mantegani (Argentinean, contemporary)
Below – “Visitors”; Untitled
Worth a Thousand Words: An illustration of the Chicxulub impact crater in the Yucatan Peninsula. It was formed roughly sixty-six million years ago by a large asteroid or comet of about 10 to 13 kilometers (6.2 to 9.3 miles) in diameter. It created a hole 100 kilometers (62 miles) wide and 30 kilometers (19 miles) deep.
Art for Winter – Part IV of IV: Bob Marchant (Canadian, contemporary)
Below – “A Garden to Behold”; “In Preparation for the Birth”; “Emus and Chicks – Gun Barrell Highway”
Some quotes from the work of Jean Toomer:
“We do not posses imagination enough to sense what we are missing.”
“We learn the rope of life by untying its knots.”
“Acceptance of prevailing standards often means we have no standards of our own.”
“It takes a well-spent lifetime, and perhaps more, to crystalize in us that for which we exist.”
“Dusk, suggesting the almost imperceptible possession of giant trees, settled with a purple haze about the cane. I felt strange, as I always do in Georgia, particularly at dusk. I felt that things unseen to men were tangibly immediate. It would not have surprised me had I had a vision.”
“Night winds in Georgia are vagrant poets, whispering.”
“Talk about it only enough to do it. Dream about it only enough to feel it. Think about it only enough to understand it. Contemplate it only enough to be it.”
Below – “Night Out”; “Crosswalk”; “Swinging on a Star”; “Jumping Rope”; “New York Is My Castle” (resin sculpture); “Lost in a Concrete Jungle.”
A Poem for Today
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
The railroad track is miles away,
And the day is loud with voices speaking,
Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day
But I hear its whistle shrieking.
All night there isn’t a train goes by,
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,
But I see its cinders red on the sky,
And hear its engine steaming.
My heart is warm with friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I’d rather take,
No matter where it’s going.
American Art – Marvin Lowe (1922-2010)
Marvin Lowe is an artist whose works include the use of mixed-media, collage and printmaking.
Below – “Oriental Girl in a Red Hat”; “Andromeda”; “Voodoo of the Western World”; “Blue L Jungle”; “The Bridge”;“ Self-Portrait.”