This Date in Art History: Born 13 May 1943 – Kurt Trampedach, a Danish painter and sculptor.
Below – “Dancing dog”; “Horse”; “Girl’s portrait”; “Portrait”; “Self-portrait.”
“Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it’s too late. Say what you’re feeling. Waiting is a mistake.”
Below – Margaret Drabble: “Faithful Lovers”
This Date in Art History: Died 13 May 1992 – F. E. McWilliam, an Irish Sculptor.
Below – “Reclining Figure”; “Up the Grass Roots”; “Girl on Edge of Bed II”; “Woman in Bomb Blast”; “Women of Belfast IX.”
“The voice of the sea speaks to the soul.”
Contemporary Israeli Art – Dalit Marom
Below – “My chocolate girl”; “Salvador Dali”; “Marilyn Monroe”; “Tel-Aviv Coastline”; “Frida Kahlo”; “Venus.”
Some quotes from the work of Charles Baxter:
“Every relationship has at least one really good day. What I mean is, no matter how sour things go, there’s always that day. That day is always in your possession. That’s the day you remember. You get old and you think: well, at least I had that day. It happened once. You think all the variables might just line up again. But they don’t. Not always. I once talked to a woman who said, ‘Yeah, that’s the day we had an angel around.’”
“In February, the overcast sky isn’t gloomy so much as neutral and vague. It’s a significant factor in the common experience of depression among the locals. The snow crunches under your boots and clings to your trousers, to the cuffs, and once you’re inside, the snow clings to you psyche, and eventually you have to go to the doctor. The past soaks into you in this weather because the present is missing almost entirely.”
“When you’re in love you don’t have to do a damn thing. You can just be. You can just stay quiet in the world. You don’t have to move an inch.”
“Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.”
“In truth, there are only two realities: the one for people who are in love or love each other, and the one for people who are standing outside all that.”
“At its best, fiction is not a diversion but a means of knowing the world.”
“The worst mistakes I’ve made have been the ones directed by sweet-natured hopefulness.”
“Because it is the Midwest, no one really glitters because no one has to, it’s more of a dull shine, like frequently used silverware.”
“What’s agitating about solitude is the inner voice telling you that you should be mated to somebody, that solitude is a mistake. The inner voice doesn’t care about who you find. It just keeps pestering you, tormenting you–if you happen to be me–with homecoming queens first, then girls next door, and finally anybody who might be pleased to see you now and then at the dinner table and in bed on occasion. You look up from reading the newspaper and realize that no one loves you, and no one burns for you.”
Below – “One Half”; “Endure”; “Steadfast.”
“I Was Never Able To Pray”
by Edward Hirsch
Wheel me down to the shore
where the lighthouse was abandoned
and the moon tolls in the rafters.
Let me hear the wind paging through the trees
and see the stars flaring out, one by one,
like the forgotten faces of the dead.
I was never able to pray,
but let me inscribe my name
in the book of waves
and then stare into the dome
of a sky that never ends
and see my voice sail into the night.