This Date in Art History: Born 11 February 1855, Died 11 February 1940 – Ellen Day Hale, an American painter.
Below – “Morning News”; “The Dragonfly”; “June”; “Lilies”; “Summer Place”; “Self-Portrait.”
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.”
This Date in Art History: Born 11 February 1930 – Roy De Forest, an American painter.
Below – “Country Dog Gentlemen”; “Birdland”; “Big Foot #1”; “Cat”; “The Horse”; “North of Patagonia.”
Remembering a Writer on the Date of Her Death: Died 11 February 1963 – Sylvia Plath, an American poet, novelist, and short story writer.
Some quotes from the work of Sylvia Plath:
“It’s a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It’s much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.”
“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
“Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”
“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.”
“Hour by hour, day by day, life becomes possible.”
Contemporary American Art – Kim Curtis
Below – “Thirtyseven: Ten”; “Reconfigured: Seven”; “Reconfigured: Ten”; “Reconfigured: Twelve”; “Thirtyseven: Four”; “Reconfigured: Sixteen.”
A Poem for Today
by John Drury
“So this is it, experience,” I thought,
lugging tin buckets from the ice machines
to rooms of real adults with cigarettes,
mixed drinks in plastic cups, and proffered coins.
I reached out for their blessings, but the tips
were nothing next to rumpled, unmade beds
at four in the afternoon, women in slips
and men in t-shirts while the TV played.
Down in the laundry room, I counted sheets,
stunned by the musk that vanished in the wash,
and balled up soggy towels that down the chutes
exploded in bins. Before the evening rush,
avid and timid for what I glimpsed at work,
I left, hanging my gold vest on a hook.
Contemporary British Art – Nadia Attura
In the words of one writer, “Nadia collects photographed details made on location which are then layered in camera or at the studio. These form a tableaux of collected scenes within a scene, together they convey a sense of place and time. She uses washes, paints, chalk and ink which she layers digitally onto the final image. Often the original photograph disappears from documentary single imagery toward a more painterly poetic interpreted view of the world.”
Below – “Desert Flight”; “Dandelion Heart”; “Pink Desert”; “The Crawling”; “The Fire”; “Overture.”
A Poem for Today
by Patrick Phillips
It came with those scratches
from all their belt buckles,
palm-dark with their sweat
like the stock of a gun:
an arc of pickmarks cut
clear through the lacquer
where all the players before me
thumbed these same latches
where it sleeps in green velvet.
Once sang, as I sing, the old songs.
There’s no end, there’s no end
to this world, everlasting.
We crumble to dust in its arms.