Sentient in San Francisco – 25 January 2019

Contemporary Russian Art – Aljona Shapovalova

Below – “Perfect and boring”; “Space of Silence Part I”; “Maybe it’s dawn, but I do not insist”; “Pure.”

Musings in Winter: Nicholas Sparks

“It’s hard at times, but it makes a kid strong in ways that most people can’t understand. Teaches them that even though people are left behind, new ones will inevitable take their place; that every place has something good – and bad – to offer. It makes a kid grow up fast.”

Contemporary German Art – Karin Goeppert

Below – “Mainly Green”; “Tropical Rain”; “Beneath the Surface”; “Green Promise”; “Chevaux”; “Woman with blue love.”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of his Birth: Born 25 January 1885 – Kitahara Hakushu, a Japanese poet.

Tanka (“short poem”)
by Kitahara Kahushu

I can hear so faintly
My mother and father
Dawn after a snowfall.

Below – Randall Talbot: “Dawn and Purple Snow”


Contemporary American Art – Behzad Tabar

Below – “The Line – 1”; “Celebration”; “Distant Memories”; “Birth”; ‘Playground”; “In Search of Serenity.”

Remembering a Writer on the Date of Her Birth: Born 25 January 1882 – Virginia Woolf, an English novelist, essayist, short story writer, and critic.

Some quotes from the work of Virginia Woolf:

“You cannot find peace by avoiding life.”
“A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life.”
“A light here required a shadow there.”
“I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.”
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.”
“I am rooted, but I flow.”
“I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.”
“If people are highly successful in their professions they lose their sense. Sight goes. They have no time to look at pictures. Sound goes. They have no time to listen to music. Speech goes. They have no time for conversation. Humanity goes. Money making becomes so important that they must work by night as well as by day. Health goes. And so competitive do they become that they will not share their work with others though they have more themselves. What then remains of a human being who has lost sight, sound, and sense of proportion? Only a cripple in a cave.”
“A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.”

Below – Virginia Woolf in 1902; photograph by George Charles Beresford.

Contemporary Canadian Art – Gloria Rezvani

Below – “Her”; “Guilty Pleasure”; “Dad’s Room”; “White Scream”; “Helas!”; “Not again!”; “hide and seek”; “Mothers.”

A Poem for Today

“Pelicans in December”
by J. Allyn Rosser

One can’t help admiring
their rickety grace

and old-world feathers
like seasoned boardwalk planks.

They pass in silent pairs,
as if a long time ago

they had wearied of calling out.
The wind tips them, their

ungainly, light-brown weight,
into a prehistoric wobble,

wings’-end fingers stretching
from fingerless gloves,

necks slightly tucked and stiff,
peering forward and down,

like old couples arm in arm
on icy sidewalks, careful,

careful, mildly surprised
by how difficult it has become

to stay dignified and keep moving
even after the yelping gulls have gone;

even after the scattered sand,
and the quietly lodged complaints.

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