Sentient in San Francisco – 28 April 2019

This Date in Art History: Born 28 April 1926 – James Bama, an American artist known for his paintings of Western subjects.

Below – “Cheyenne Warrior – A Portrait”; “Above the Valley Floor”; “A Young Oglala Sioux”; “Bittin Up Rimrock Ranch”; “Young Plains Indian”; “Early Morning Fog.”

A Poem for Today

“From a Bridge”
by David St. John

I saw my mother standing there below me
On the narrow bank just looking out over the river

Looking at something just beyond the taut middle rope
Of the braided swirling currents

Then she looked up quite suddenly to the far bank
Where the densely twined limbs of the cypress

Twisted violently toward the storm-struck sky
There are some things we know before we know

Also some things we wish we would not ever know
Even if as children we already knew      & so

Standing above her on that bridge that shuddered
Each time the river ripped at its wooden pilings

I knew I could never even fate willing ever
Get to her in time

Below – Deborah Nell: “The River Is Here”

Contemporary British Art – Zena Holloway: Part I of II.

Below (underwater photography) – “Fire 5”; “Angel 4”; “Sea Phoenix 3”; “The Old Grey Teacher I”; “Rolling in the Deep (i).”

A Poem for Today

“Sea Nymph”
by Tom Billsborough

I often imagine her thoughts
Returning to that shore
Where once she sang
With such grace and fervour
That even the waves seemed
Stilled in their flight
And ceased their incessant moans,
Like an audience enraptured
Briefly they paused
Absorbing the beauty
Of her magical tones.

Below – William Robert Symonds: “Sea Nymph”

Contemporary British Art – Zena Holloway: Part II of II.

Below (underwater photography) – “Scattered II”; “Boy & Horse 1”; “Sea Dance 1”; “Sea Dance 2”; “Rodin”; “Sleepwalker.”

A Poem for Today

“Temporary Job”
by Minnie Bruce Pratt

Leaving again. If I didn’t care, I wouldn’t be
grieving. The particulars of place lodged in me,
like this room I lived in for eleven days,
how I learned the way the sun laid its palm
over the side window in the morning, heavy
light, how I’ll never be held in that hand again.

Contemporary Russian/Mexican Art – Irina Goldfish

Below – “Cleopatra”; “Lady in Red.”

A Poem for Today

“Green Mountain”
by Li Bai

You ask me why I dwell in the green mountain;
I smile and make no reply for my heart is free of care.
As the peach-blossom flows down stream and is gone into the unknown,
I have a world apart that is not among men.

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