Sentient in San Francisco – 22 June 2019

This Date in Art History: Born 22 June 1951 – Humphrey Ocean, an English painter.

Below – “Traffic”; “Maureen Lipman”; “Paul McCartney”; “Tube”; “Plan”; “Afternoon.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 22 June 1898 – Erich Maria Remarque, a German novelist and author of “All Quiet on the Western Front.”

Some quotes from the work of Erich Maria Remarque:

“This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war.”
“To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There’s much too little forgetting.”
“We have our dreams because without them we could not bear the truth.”
“Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.”
“Anything you can settle with money is cheap.”
“It’s only terrible to have nothing to wait for.”
“With blinded eyes I stared at the sky, this grey, endless sky of a crazy god, who had made life and death for his amusement.”
“I did not want to think so much about her. I wanted to take her as an unexpected, delightful gift, that had come and would go again — nothing more. I meant not to give room to the thought that it could ever be more. I knew too well that all love has the desire for eternity and that therein lies its eternal torment. Nothing lasts. Nothing.”
“The music enchanted the air. It was like the south wind, like a warm night, like swelling sails beneath the stars, completely and utterly unreal… It made everything spacious and colourful, the dark stream of life seemed pulsing in it; there were no burdens any more, no limits; there existed only glory and melody and love, so that one simply could not realize that, at the same time as this music was, outside there ruled poverty and torment and despair.”
“Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.”
“But probably that’s the way of the world – when we have finally learned something we’re too old to apply it – and so it goes, wave after wave, generation after generation. No one learns anything at all from anyone else.”

Contemporary British Art – Dawn Beckles

Below – “The Happiness Trap”; “To Discuss”; “Plummeting Copper”; “Of the Inadequacy“: “Viable”; “Legitimately Viable.”

A Poem for Today

by Todd Davis

In this low place between mountains
fog settles with the dark of evening.
Every year it takes some of those
we love—a car full of teenagers
on the way home from a dance, or
a father on his way to the paper mill,
nightshift the only opening.
Each morning, up on the ridge,
the sun lifts this veil, sees what night
has accomplished. The water on our window-
screens disappears slowly, gradually,
like grief. The heat of the day carries water
from the river back up into the sky,
and where the fog is heaviest and stays
longest, you’ll see the lines it leaves
on trees, the flowers that grow
the fullest.

Below – Sergey Chernyakovsky: “Fog in the mountains”

Contemporary American Art – Randy Ford: Part I of II.

Below – “Johnny Rockets”; “Big Head One”; “Skin to Skin”; “Goddess to None”; “Tawdry Expectations”; “View From the Chair.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 22 June 1906 – Anne Morrow Lindbergh, an American writer and author of “Gift from the Sea.”

Some quotes from the work of Anne Morrow Lindbergh:

“The sea does not reward those who are too anxious, too greedy, or too impatient. One should lie empty, open, choiceless as a beach – waiting for a gift from the sea.”
“To me there is something completely and satisfyingly restful in that stretch of sea and sand, sea and sand and sky – complete peace, complete fulfillment.”
“We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of time and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom.”
“I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.”
“I feel we are all islands – in a common sea.”
“Not knowing how to feed the spirit, we try to muffle its demands in distraction…What matters is that one be for a time inwardly attentive.”
“When we start at the center of ourselves, we discover something worthwhile extending toward the periphery of the circle. We find again some of the joy in the now, some of the peace in the here, some of the love in me and thee which go to make up the kingdom of heaven on earth.”
“Perhaps middle-age is, or should be, a period of shedding shells; the shell of ambition, the shell of material accumulations and possessions, the shell of the ego.”
“Don’t wish me happiness – I don’t expect to be happy; it’s gotten beyond that, somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor – I will need them all.”
“I want first of all – in fact, as an end to these other desires – to be at peace with myself. I want a singleness of eye, a purity of intention, a central core to my life that will enable me to carry out these obligations and activities as well as I can. I want, in fact – to borrow from the language of the saints – to live ‘in grace’ as much of the time as possible. I am not using this term in a strictly theological sense. By grace I mean an inner harmony, essentially spiritual, which can be translated into outward harmony.”

Contemporary American Art – Randy Ford: Part II of II.

Below – “Red Robin Diner”;“Heartland”; “Four Maids”; “Second Light”; “Original Son”; “The Pie Eater.”

A Poem for Today

“Girl Riding a Horse in a Field of Sunflowers”
by David Allan Evans

Sitting perfectly upright,
contented and pensive,
she holds in one hand,
loosely, the reins of summer:

the green of trees and bushes;
the blue of lake water;
the red of her jacket
and open collar; the brown
of her pinned-up hair,
and her horse, deep
in the yellow of sunflowers.

When she stops to rest,
summer rests.
When she decides to leave,
there goes summer
over the hill.

Below – Patty Stern:”Girl Riding a Horse in a Field of Sunflowers”

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