Sentient in Seattle – 29 April 2018

Remembering an Influential Filmmaker on the Date of His Death: Died 29 April1980 – Alfred Hitchcock, an English film director and producer.

Some quotes from the work of Alfred Hitchcock:

“There is a distinct difference between ‘suspense’ and ‘surprise,’ and yet many pictures continually confuse the two. I’ll explain what I mean.
We are now having a very innocent little chat. Let’s suppose that there is a bomb underneath this table between us. Nothing happens, and then all of a sudden, ‘Boom!’ There is an explosion. The public is surprised, but prior to this surprise, it has seen an absolutely ordinary scene, of no special consequence. Now, let us take a suspense situation. The bomb is underneath the table and the public knows it, probably because they have seen the anarchist place it there. The public is aware the bomb is going to explode at one o’clock and there is a clock in the decor. The public can see that it is a quarter to one. In these conditions, the same innocuous conversation becomes fascinating because the public is participating in the scene. The audience is longing to warn the characters on the screen: ‘You shouldn’t be talking about such trivial matters. There is a bomb beneath you and it is about to explode!’
In the first case we have given the public fifteen seconds of surprise at the moment of the explosion. In the second we have provided them with fifteen minutes of suspense. The conclusion is that whenever possible the public must be informed. Except when the surprise is a twist, that is, when the unexpected ending is, in itself, the highlight of the story.”
“The ideal husband understands every word his wife doesn’t say.”
“Fear isn’t so difficult to understand. After all, weren’t we all frightened as children? Nothing has changed since Little Red Riding Hood faced the big bad wolf. What frightens us today is exactly the same sort of thing that frightened us yesterday. It’s just a different wolf. This fright complex is rooted in every individual.”
“When we think we have been hurt by someone in the past, we build up defenses to protect ourselves from being hurt in the future. So the fearful past causes a fearful future and the past and future become one.”
“Television has done much for psychiatry by spreading information about it, as well as contributing to the need for it.”

Art for Spring – Part I of IV: Nissan Engel (British, contemporary)

Below – “Cadence II”; Untitled; “Cristal E”

Worth a Thousand Words: An aerial view of Tel Megiddo (Greek, Armageddon), Israel.

Art for Spring – Part II of IV: Mark Erickson (American, contemporary)

Below – “In the Garden”; “Watching Along the Coast”; “Farm”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Death: Died 29 April 1933 – Constantine P. Cavafy, a Greek poet and journalist.

by Constantine P. Cavafy
translated by Edmund Kelly

As you set out for Ithaka
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians, Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope your road is a long one.
May there be many summer mornings when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you enter harbors you’re seeing for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to learn and go on learning from their scholars.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you’re destined for.
But don’t hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you’re old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you’ve gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.

Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you wouldn’t have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you’ll have understood by then what these Ithakas mean.

Art for Spring – Part III of IV: Hans Erni (Swiss, 1909-2015)

Below – Untitled; Untitled; Untitled

Musings in Spring: Roman Payne

“This was how it was with travel: one city gives you gifts, another robs you. One gives you the heart’s affections, the other destroys your soul. Cities and countries are as alive, as feeling, as fickle and uncertain as people. Their degrees of love and devotion are as varying as with any human relation. Just as one is good, another is bad.”

Below – The Emerald City.

Art for Spring – Part IV of IV: Max Ernst (German, 1891-1976)

Below – “Bird Cage, Feather, Branch and Sun”; “Versunkene Mond”; “Deux Oiseaux (Blue)”

A Poem for Today

“Sailing to Byzantium”
by William Butler Yeats


That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees,
—Those dying generations—at their song,
The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing-masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

Contemporary American Art – Enrico Embroli

In the words of one writer, “Enrico Embroli speaks to us from his rich surfaces, regardless of medium, in the language of form and texture. It is the surface that makes his distinct signature. Embroli is a complete artist, he is a painter and a sculptor and works in a varied array of mediums. Born, raised, and educated in Western New York, he earned his Bachelor’s and Master’s degree in Art Education at State University of New York, at Buffalo. His work has been exhibited nationally and internationally, including Seattle, Chicago, Naples, Miami, Geneva, Italy, and Toronto.”

Below – “Spirit Shield”; “Archaic Cadence”; “Transcendent Echo Series #658706”; “Zen Series #27” (mixed media and wood element); “Tangled Encounter”; “Essence of Evolution.”

Musings in Spring: Anais Nin

“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”

Contemporary American Art – Richard Estes

In the words of one writer, “Considered a founder of the Photorealist movement, Richard Estes is best known for his paintings of city scenes in New York. Compiling his compositions from multiple source photographs, Estes reconstructs reality in highly convincing renderings. He often incorporates reflective surfaces, such as shop windows and shiny cars, yielding mirrored imagery that serves to enhance what the naked eye is capable of perceiving.”

Below – “Diner”; “Cafeteria”; “Supermarket, San Francisco”; “Pressing Machinery from Urban Landscapes II”; “Staten Island Ferry Docking”; “Double Self-Portrait.”

Richard Estes, Diner, 1971, oil on canvas. (Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden, Smithsonian Institution, museum purchase, 1977.) Click here for a closer look.</a

Estes, Richard

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