Musings in Spring: Ellen Glasgow
“Life is never what one dreams. It is seldom what one desires, but, for the vital spirit and the eager mind, the future will always hold the search for buried treasure and the possibility of high adventure.”
Below – “China Beach” (triptych); “Sunbathers on the Beach”; “City Garden”
Remembering a Writer on the Date of Her Death: Died 24 April 1942 – Lucy Maud Montgomery, a Canadian novelist, short story writer, poet, essayist, and author of “Anne of Green Gables.”
Some quotes from the work of Lucy Maud Montgomery:
“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
“Life is worth living as long as there’s a laugh in it.”
“Nothing is ever really lost to us as long as we remember it.”
“You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.”
“Look at that sea, girls–all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn’t enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds.”
“Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive–it’s such an interesting world. It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There’d be no scope for imagination then, would there?”
“That’s the worst of growing up, and I’m beginning to realize it. The things you wanted so much when you were a child don’t seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.”
“Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it’s what they bring to the world that really counts.”
Art for Spring – Part II of III: David Dornan (American, contemporary)
Below – “Flott”; “Poise”; “Flip”
Worth a Thousand Words: Big Bend National Park, Texas.
Art for Spring – Part III of III: John Douglas (American, contemporary)
Below – “Night Dream”; “Flowers Thru Time 3 and 4”; “Corner of Your Eye”
Some quotes from the work of Willa Cather:
“There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.”
“Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.”
“I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.”
“Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.”
“What was any art but a mold to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself- life hurrying past us and running away, to strong to stop, too sweet to lose.”
“Isn’t it queer: there are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before; like the larks in this country, that have been singing the same five notes over for thousands of years.”
This Date in Art History – Born 24 April 1878 – Jean Crotti, a Swiss-French painter.
Below – “L’harmonie nait du chaos”; “Attentive aux Voix Intérieures”; “Vision”; “Woman with Boat”; “Woman with Hat.”
Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 24 April 1905 – Robert Penn Warren, an American poet, novelist, literary critic, and the only person to have won Pulitzer Prizes for both fiction and poetry.
by Robert Penn Warren
From plane of light to plane, wings dipping through
Geometries and orchids that the sunset builds,
Out of the peak’s black angularity of shadow, riding
The last tumultuous avalanche of
Light above pines and the guttural gorge,
The hawk comes.
Scythes down another day, his motion
Is that of the honed steel-edge, we hear
The crashless fall of stalks of Time.
The head of each stalk is heavy with the gold of our error.
Look! Look! he is climbing the last light
Who knows neither Time nor error, and under
Whose eye, unforgiving, the world, unforgiven, swings
The last thrush is still, the last bat
Now cruises in his sharp hieroglyphics. His wisdom
Is ancient, too, and immense. The star
Is steady, like Plato, over the mountain.
If there were no wind we might, we think, hear
The earth grind on its axis, or history
Drip in darkness like a leaking pipe in the cellar.
Contemporary American Art – Jim Dine
In the words of one writer, “New York Artist Jim Dine is a leader of the Pop Art Movement. He first studied at the University of Cincinnati, The Boston Museum of Fine Arts School and the University of Ohio. His first exhibition was with fellow artist and co-collaborator, Claes Oldenburg in 1959. In the Dadaist’s style, Jim Dine used mixed media and the ready-made to produce his paintings. Dine began experimenting with performance art in the 1950’s. Dine later work is a return to traditional painting techniques incorporated with collage, printing, etching, and paper-making.”
Below – “Yellow Belt”; “Bather”; “Woodcut in the Snow”; “Vegetables”; “Anemones”; “Sitting With Me Red.”