Beleaguered in Bothell – 19 February 2018

Musings in Winter: Kenneth Grahame

“Children are the only people who accept a mood of wonderment, who are ready to welcome a perfect miracle at any hour of the day or night. Only a child can entertain an angel unawares, or to meet Sir Launcelot in shining armor on a moonlit road.”

Art for Winter : John William Waterhouse (British, 1849-1917)

Below – “The Danaides”; “Diogenes”; “The Lady of Shallot”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of Her Death: Died 19 February 2016 – Harper Lee, an American novelist, author of “To Kill a Mockingbird,” and recipient of the 1961 Pulitzer Prize.

Some quotes from “To Kill a Mockingbird”:

“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.”
“Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.”
“People generally see what they look for and hear what they listen for.”
“Sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whisky bottle in the hand of (another)… There are just some kind of men who – who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.”
“The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.”

This Date in Art History: Born 19 February 1876 – Constantin Brancusi, a Romanian sculptor, painter, and photographer.

Below – “Sleeping Muse”; “Portrait of a Woman”; “Danaide”; “Nude” (study for a fresco); “Madamoiselle Pogany”; “Portrait of a Woman.”

Worth a Thousand Words: “Cerrado Sunrise,” an award-winning photograph taken by Brazilian Marco Cabral.

This Date in Art History: Born 19 February 1877 – Gabriel Munter, a German painter.

Below – “Blauer Kegelberg”; “Meditation”; “Hauptstrasse (Mit Mann)”; “Staffelsee”; “Morgenschatten”; “Anna Rosalind.”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of Her Birth: Born 19 February 1917 – Carson McCullers, an American novelist, short story writer, playwright, essayist, and poet.

by Carson McCullers

Select your sorrows if you can,
Edit your ironies, even grieve with guile.
Adjust to a world divided
Which demands your candid senses stoop to labyrinthine wiles
What natural alchemy lends
To the scrubby grocery boy with dirty hair
The lustre of Apollo, or Golden Hyacinth’s fabled stare.
If you must cross the April park, be brisk:
Avoid the cadence of the evening, eyes from afar
Lest you be held as a security risk
Solicit only the evening star.

Your desperate nerves fuse laughter with disaster
And higgledy piggledy giggle once begun
Crown a host of unassorted sorrows
You never could manage one by one.
The world that jibes your tenderness
Jails your lust.
Bewildered by the paradox of all your musts
Turning from horizon to horizon, noonday to dusk:
It may be only you can understand:
On a mild sea afternoon of blue and gold
When the sky is a mild blue of a Chinese bowl
The bones of Hart Crane, sailors and the drugstore man
Beat on the ocean’s floor the same saraband.

French Art – Maurice Denis (1870-1943): Part I of II

Maurice Denis was an important figure in the transitional period between impressionism and modern art.

Below – “Wave”; “April”; “Jeu du Volant”; “The Cow Girl”; “Evening Song”; “The Muses.”

Musings in Winter: Stephen Hawking

“In the Universe it may be that primitive life is very common and intelligent life is fairly rare. Some would say it has yet to occur on Earth.”

French Art – Maurice Denis (1870-1943): Part II of II

For a time, Maurice Denis was associated with the Symbolist movement, but then returned to neoclassicism.

Below – “Nymphs”; “Plage au canot et a l’homme nu”; “Psyche Discovers That Her Secret Lover Is Cupid”; “Reflection in a Fountain”; “Remembrance of Evening”; “The Sacred Wood.”

A Poem for Today

“Storm Windows”
by Howard Nemerov

People are putting up storm windows now,
Or were, this morning, until the heavy rain
Drove them indoors. So, coming home at noon,
I saw storm windows lying on the ground,
Frame-full of rain; through the water and glass
I saw the crushed grass, how it seemed to stream
Away in lines like seaweed on the tide
Or blades of wheat leaning under the wind.
The ripple and splash of rain on the blurred glass
Seemed that it briefly said, as I walked by,
Something I should have liked to say to you,
Something… the dry grass bent under the pane
Brimful of bouncing water… something of
A swaying clarity which blindly echoes
This lonely afternoon of memories
And missed desires, while the wintry rain
(Unspeakable, the distance in the mind!)
Runs on the standing windows and away.

Contemporary American Art – Bert Seabourn

In the words of one writer, “Internationally acclaimed American Expressionist Bert Seabourn is a painter, print maker, sculptor and teacher, who experiments extensively with creative vitality.”

Below – “Man of Medicine”; “I Love a Martini”; “Sun Hawk”; “Man of Medicine”; “Red Thunder”; “Medicine Spirit.”

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