Contemporary Ukrainian Art – Yuri Pysar: Part I of II.
Below – “Tree in Rays”: “Fragrance of Summer”; “Soul”; “Still life with sun”; “Flowers and Third Part”; “White II.”
Remembering a Nobel Laureate on the Date of His Death: Died 30 December 1944 – Romain Rolland, a French dramatist, novelist, art historian, and recipient of the 1915 Nobel Prize in Literature.
Some quotes from the work of Romain Rolland:
“Be reverent before the dawning day. Do not think of what will be in a year, or in ten years. Think of to-day.”
“No one ever reads a book. He reads himself through books.”
“It is the artist’s business to create sunshine when the sun fails.”
“A hero is a man who does what he can.”
“If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India.”
“To a man whose mind is free there is something even more intolerable in the sufferings of animals than in the sufferings of man. For with the latter it is at least admitted that suffering is evil and that the man who causes it is a criminal. But thousands of animals are uselessly butchered every day without a shadow of remorse. If any man were to refer to it, he would be thought ridiculous. And that is the unpardonable crime.”
“Discussion is impossible with someone who claims not to seek the truth, but already to possess it.”
“Everyone, deep down within, carries a small cemetery of those he has loved.”
Below – “Dance of the Winter Evening”; “Silver Dance”; “Piece of Sky”; “Morning Smile”; “Swan”; “Sitting on the Sun.”
A Poem for Today
“Ray at 14”
by Dorianne Laux
Bless this boy, born with the strong face
of my older brother, the one I loved most,
who jumped with me from the roof
of the playhouse, my hand in his hand.
On Friday nights we watched Twilight Zone
and he let me hold the bowl of popcorn,
a blanket draped over our shoulders,
saying, Don’t be afraid. I was never afraid
when I was with my big brother
who let me touch the baseball-size muscles
living in his arms, who carried me on his back
through the lonely neighborhood,
held tight to the fender of my bike
until I made him let go.
The year he was fourteen
he looked just like Ray, and when he died
at twenty-two on a roadside in Germany
I thought he was gone forever.
But Ray runs into the kitchen: dirty T-shirt,
torn jeans, pushes back his sleeve.
He says, Feel my muscle, and I do.
Below – “Love II”; “Mad world”; “What happened to me”; “Believe in love”; “A well-watered garden”; “Feeling Good.”
Some quotes from the work of Alfred North Whitehead:
“The misconception which has haunted philosophic literature throughout the centuries is the notion of ‘independent existence.’ There is no such mode of existence; every entity is to be understood in terms of the way it is interwoven with the rest of the universe.”
“The art of progress is to preserve order amid change and to preserve change amid order.”
“Not ignorance, but ignorance of ignorance, is the death of knowledge.”
“No one who achieves success does so without acknowledging the help of others. The wise and confident acknowledge this help with gratitude.”
“If a dog jumps into your lap, it is because he is fond of you; but if a cat does the same thing, it is because your lap is warmer.”
“How the past perishes is how the future becomes.”
“The tragedy of the world is that those who are imaginative have but slight experience, and those who are experienced have feeble imaginations.”
“From the very beginning of his education, the child should experience the joy of discovery.”
“Religion is the last refuge of human savagery.”
“I put forward as a general definition of civilization, that a civilized society is exhibiting the five qualities of Truth, Beauty, Adventure, Art, Peace.”
“Philosophy begins in wonder. And, at the end, when philosophic thought has done its best, the wonder remains.”
“Great people plant trees they’ll never sit under.”
Contemporary Korean Art – Young-sung Kim
Below – “Nothing. Life. Object”; “Nothing. Life. Object”; “Nothing. Life. Object”; “Nothing. Life. Object”; “Nothing. Life. Object”; “Nothing. Life. Object”; “Nothing. Life. Object.”
“Mother Talks Back to the Monster”
by Carrie Shipers
Tonight, I dressed my son in astronaut pajamas,
kissed his forehead and tucked him in.
I turned on his night-light and looked for you
in the closet and under the bed. I told him
you were nowhere to be found, but I could smell
your breath, your musty fur. I remember
all your tricks: the jagged shadows on the wall,
click of your claws, the hand that hovered
just above my ankles if I left them exposed.
Since I became a parent I see danger everywhere—
unleashed dogs, sudden fevers, cereal
two days out of date. And even worse
than feeling so much fear is keeping it inside,
trying not to let my love become so tangled
with anxiety my son thinks they’re the same.
When he says he’s seen your tail or heard
your heavy step, I insist that you aren’t real.
Soon he’ll feel too old to tell me his bad dreams.
If you get lonely after he’s asleep, you can
always come downstairs. I’ll be sitting
at the kitchen table with the dishes
I should wash, crumbs I should wipe up.
We can drink hot tea and talk about
the future, how hard it is to be outgrown.
Below – Avi Lehrer: “Woman with a tea cup”