Contemporary French Art – Alexandre Minuet
In the words of one writer, “Pupil of the Conservatoire des Arts et metiers in Paris, he attended courses in commercial law, trade, and market studies. At the age of 22 he attends the academies in Montparnasse and the Ecole du Louvre. From his meeting with the artists, will be born his first attempts and his first exhibitions. In that way Alexandre Minguet’s artistic career begins, with a classical period under the rule of his teacher Maryse Ducaire. The definition of codes by graphism or by color patches aiming at revealing the characteristics of the subject considered, at sorting out the essence of all the techniques. In the full bloom of his art Alexandre Minguet possesses and masters, through his love of painting and of life, a deep feeling of participation in the knowledge of nature through humble motives. His work simply bears witness to these qualities.”
Below – Untitled; “Fouesuant”; “Flowers, Space, and Time”; “Cul de Sac”; “La Vie En Rose.”
Remembering a Writer on the Date of His Birth: Born 2 November 1951 – Thomas Mallon, an American novelist, essayist, critic, and recipient of the National Book Critics Circle Award.
Some quotes from the work of Thomas Mallon:
“Daisy loved all parades, especially this one, whose crush of observers, prone to impulsive kisses, made it one more piece of the mistletoe under which she lived her life”
“I have a picture of the Pont Neuf on a wall in my apartment, but i know that Paris is really on the closet shelf, in the box next to the sleeping bag, with the rest of my diaries.”
“To some extent the history of plagiarism is a history of notebooks.”
“Her attraction to that solid type depended to some extent on a belief in herself as its opposite-a girl still cut out for unusual adventures and unusual personalities…Yes, it was time to put an end to her girlhood, but she couldn’t yet put an end to this sense of herself.”
Below – “Field and Cottage”; “Foggy Night, New York”; “Gas Station”; “The Hole in the Wall”; “Horse in a Stable”; “House on the Point.”
Remembering a Nobel Laureate on the Date of His Death: Died 2 November 1950 – George Bernard Shaw, an Irish playwright, critic, polemicist, political activist, and recipient of the 1925 Nobel Prize in Literature.
Some quotes from the work of George Bernard Shaw:
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
“A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.”
“If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.”
“Animals are my friends…and I don’t eat my friends.”
“Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.”
“People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don’t believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can’t find them, make them.”
“When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, they are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, abnormal, and exhausting condition continuously until death do them part.”
“Why should we take advice on sex from the pope? If he knows anything about it, he shouldn’t!”
“Patriotism is, fundamentally, a conviction that a particular country is the best in the world because you were born in it.”
“A Native American elder once described his own inner struggles in this manner: Inside of me there are two dogs. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time. When asked which dog wins, he reflected for a moment and replied, The one I feed the most.”
Below – Six of Eliot Porter’s nature photographs.
Remembering a Nobel Laureate on the Date of His Birth: Born 2 November 1911 – Odysseas Elytis, a Greek poet and recipient of the 1979 Nobel Prize in Literature.
“Drinking the Sun of Corinth”
by Odysseas Elytis
Drinking the sun of Corinth
Reading the marble ruins
Striding across vineyards and seas
Sighting along the harpoon
A votive fish that slips away
I found the leaves that the sun’s psalm memorizes
The living land that passion joys in opening.
I drink water, cut fruit,
Thrust my hand into the wind’s foliage
The lemon trees water the summer pollen
The green birds tear my dreams
I leave with a glance
A wide glance in which the world is recreated
Beautiful from the beginning to the dimensions of the heart!
Notes from the Beach: The jackpot in the Sand Dollar Lottery?
by Lisel Mueller
Outside the house the wind is howling
and the trees are creaking horribly.
This is an old story
with its old beginning,
as I lay me down to sleep.
But when I wake up, sunlight
has taken over the room.
You have already made the coffee
and the radio brings us music
from a confident age. In the paper
bad news is set in distant places.
Whatever was bound to happen
in my story did not happen.
But I know there are rules that cannot be broken.
Perhaps a name was changed.
A small mistake. Perhaps
a woman I do not know
is facing the day with the heavy heart
that, by all rights, should have been mine.