Sentient in San Francisco – 16 July 2019

This Date in Art History: Died 16 July 2013 – Alex Colville, a Canadian painter: Part I of II.

Below – ‘Horse and Train”; “To Prince Edward Island”; “Man on Verandah”; “Pacific”; “Couple on Beach”; “Woman at Clothesline.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 16 July 1985 – Heinrich Boll, a German writer and recipient of the 1972 Nobel Prize for Literature.

Some quotes from the work of Heinrich Boll:

“Behind every word a whole world is hidden that must be imagined. Actually, every word has a great burden of memories, not only just of one person but of all mankind. Take a word such as bread, or war; take a word such as chair, or bed or Heaven. Behind every word is a whole world. I’m afraid that most people use words as something to throw away without sensing the burden that lies in a word.”
“If the dead could speak there would be no more war.”
“An artist is like a woman who can do nothing but love, and who succumbs to every stray male jackass.”
“A family without a black sheep is not a typical family.”


This Date in Art History: Died 16 July 2013 – Alex Colville, a Canadian painter: Part II of II.

Below – “Stove”; “Kiss with Honda”; “Living Room”; “On a River”; “Woman on Ramp”; “Embarkation.”


This Date in Literary History: Born 16 July 1880 – Kathleen Norris, an American novelist and journalist.

Some quotes from the work of Kathleen Norris:

“In spite of the cost of living, it’s still popular.”
“Not money, or success, or position or travel or love makes happiness, — service is the secret.”
“But hope has an astonishing resilience and strength. Its very persistence in our hearts indicates that it is not a tonic for wishful thinkers but the ground on which realists stand.”
“Disconnecting from change does not recapture the past. It loses the future.”
“Peace – that was the other name for home.”
“A short-lived fascination with another person may be exciting – I think we’ve all seen people aglow, in a state of being ‘in love with love’ – but such an attraction is not sustainable over the long run. Paradoxically, human love is sanctified not in the height of attraction and enthusiasm, but in the everyday struggles of living with another person. It is not in romance but in routine that the possibilities for transformation are made manifest. And that requires commitment.”
“I sense that striving for wholeness is, increasingly, a countercultural goal, as fragmented people make for better consumers.”


Contemporary French Art – Daude Marie Ange

Below – “Christina the astonishing”; “les 3 graces”; “l’ange Marie”; “i m bitch”; “Andreja”; “melancholia.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 16 July 1960 – John P. Marquand, an American writer and recipient of the Pulitzer Prize.

Some quotes from the work of John P. Marquand:

“Some day you will know that there is a beauty of the soul that is more important than worldly beauty. Remember this when you see worldly beauty.”
“Distrust the book which reads too easily because such writing appeals more to the senses than to the intellect. Hard reading exercises the mind.”
“The mood is on me to-night only because I have listened to several hours of intelligent conversation and I am not a very brilliant person. Sometimes here on Pequod Island and back again on Beacon Street, I have the most curious delusion that our world may be a little narrow. I cannot avoid the impression that something has gone out of it (what, I do not know), and that our little world moves in an orbit of its own, again one of those confounded circles, or possibly an ellipse. Do you suppose that it moves without any relation to anything else? That it is broken off from some greater planet like the moon? We talk of life, we talk of art, but do we actually know anything about either? Have any of us really lived? Sometimes I am not entirely sure; sometimes I am afraid that we are all amazing people, placed in an ancestral mould. There is no spring, there is no force.”
“If George Apley failed to meet certain challenges, let us admit that we all have failed in some respects, and let us remember that we stand together peculiarly as one large family. Collectively, in habits and ideals, our group is a family group where kinship, however distant, stretches into the oddest corners.”
“Most people in the world don’t know who the Apleys are and they don’t give a damn. I don’t intend this as rudeness, but as a sort of comfort. I know it has been a comfort to me sometimes. Just remember that most people don’t give a damn. When you remember it, you won’t feel the necessity of taking the Apleys so seriously.”
“His father watched him across the gulf of years and pathos which always must divide a father from his son.”
“Nothing which is worth while is easy, nor in my experience is the actual doing of it particularly pleasant. The pleasure arises from completion and from the knowledge that one has done the right thing and has stood by one’s convictions.”
“Materialism has made you worship Mammon and in this material world everything comes too easily. Heat comes too easily and cold. Money comes too easily. Don’t forget that it will go as easily as well. We have all grown soft from this ease. Position changes easily. Values shift elusively. When everything is totaled up we have evolved a fine variety of flushing toilets but not a very good world.”

Contemporary French Art – Diana Iancu

Below – “Vibrant Fall”; “Waves of Blue”; “Purple hills”; “Red Valley”; “Vertical Ocean”; “Ocean Path.”

A Poem for Today

“Not Knowing Why”
by Ann Struthers

Adolescent white pelicans squawk, rustle, flap their wings,
lift off in a ragged spiral at imaginary danger.
What danger on this island in the middle
of Marble Lake? They’re off to feel
the lift of wind under their iridescent wings,
because they were born to fly,
because they have nothing else to do,
because wind and water are their elements,
their Bach, their Homer, Shakespeare,
and Spielberg. They wheel over the lake,
the little farms, the tourist village with their camera eyes.

In autumn something urges
them toward Texas marshes. They follow
their appetites and instincts, unlike the small beetles
creeping along geometric roads, going toward small boxes,
toward lives as narrow or as wide as the pond,
as glistening or as gray as the sky.
They do not know why. They fly, they fly.

“Below – Graham Owen: “American White Pelicans Flying over the San Fernando Valley”

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