Sentient in San Francisco – 22 February 2019

This Date in Art History: Died 22 February 1875 – Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, a French painter and illustrator.

Below – “Boat in the Moonlight”; “The Artist’s Studio”; “Bathers at Bellinzona, Evening”; “Circle of Nymphs, Morning”: “Concert Campfire”; “A Girl Reading.”

Musings in Winter: Confucius

“Wherever you go, go with all your heart.”


This Date in Art History: Born 22 February 1906 – Constance Stokes, an Australian painter.

Below – “The village”; “Girl in red tights”; “Seated Dancer”; “Woman and Her Children on a Tram”; “Portrait of Bettie Stokes”; “Woman Drying Her Hair.”

A Poem for Today

“Pelican”
by Judith Kitchen

Under warm New Mexico sun,
we watched the pelican place
himself down among the mallards
as if he had been there all along,
as if they were expecting the large,
cumbersome body, the ungainliness.
And he, sensing his own unsightly
appearance, tucked his head close
to his body and took on the smooth
insouciance of a swan.


This Date in Art History: Died 22 February 1987 – Andy Warhol, an American painter and photographer.

Below (from the Endangered Species Series) – “Bighorn Ram”; “Bald Eagle”; “Grevy’s Zebra”; “Orangutan”; “Pine Barrens Tree Frog”; “Siberian Tiger.”

Remembering a Great Thinker on the Date of His Birth: Born 22 February 1788 – Arthur Schopenhauer, a German philosopher and author.

Some quotes from the work of Arthur Schopenhauer:

“The majority of men… are not capable of thinking, but only of believing, and… are not accessible to reason, but only to authority.”
“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.”
“Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.”
“A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.”
“A pessimist is an optimist in full possession of the facts.”
“The wise have always said the same things, and fools, who are the majority have always done just the opposite.”
“Every miserable fool who has nothing at all of which he can be proud, adopts as a last resource pride in the nation to which he belongs; he is ready and happy to defend all its faults and follies tooth and nail, thus reimbursing himself for his own inferiority.”
“Compassion for animals is intimately associated with goodness of character, and it may be confidently asserted that he who is cruel to animals cannot be a good man.”
“The person who writes for fools is always sure of a large audience.
Man is the only animal who causes pain to others with no other object than wanting to do so.”
“Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.
Intellect is invisible to the man who has none.”
“The real meaning of persona is a mask, such as actors were accustomed to wear on the ancient stage; and it is quite true that no one shows himself as he is, but wears his mask and plays his part. Indeed, the whole of our social arrangements may be likened to a perpetual comedy; and this is why a man who is worth anything finds society so insipid, while a blockhead is quite at home in it.”
“We will gradually become indifferent to what goes on in the minds of other people when we acquire a knowledge of the superficial nature of their thoughts, the narrowness of their views and of the number of their errors. Whoever attaches a lot of value to the opinions of others pays them too much honor.”
“A sense of humor is the only divine quality of man.”

Contemporary American Art – Brenda Perry-Herrara

Below (photographs) – “Winter Stillness”; “The Light Through the Leaves”; “The Felling”; “Winter Trees”; “Spring Blossoms”; “Standing Before Felling.”

A Poem for Today

“Send Off”
by Kathleen Aguero

The dead are having a party without us.
They’ve left our worries behind.
What a bore we’ve become
with our resentment and sorrow,
like former lovers united
for once by our common complaints.
Meanwhile the dead, shedding pilled sweaters,
annoying habits, have become
glamorous Western celebrities
gone off to learn meditation.

We trudge home through snow
to a burst pipe,
broken furnace, looking
up at the sky where we imagine
they journey to wish them bon voyage,
waving till the jet on which they travel
first class is out of sight—
only the code of its vapor trail left behind.

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