Sentient in San Francisco – 21 September 2019

Contemporary Spanish Art – Chelsea Davine

Below – “Winter Stillness with Gold”; “Copper Moon”; “Spring Canopy with Green”; “Deep Red Moon”; “In the Beech Canopy”;“Spring Blossom.”

This Date in Philosophical History: Died 21 September 1860 – Arthur Schopenhauer, a German philosopher.

Some quotes from the work of Arthur Schopenhauer:

“It is difficult to find happiness within oneself, but it is impossible to find it anywhere else.”
“A pessimist is an optimist in full possession of the facts.”
“The majority of men… are not capable of thinking, but only of believing, and… are not accessible to reason, but only to authority.
“Marrying means, to grasp blindfolded into a sack hoping to find out an eel out of an assembly of snakes.”
“What people commonly call fate is mostly their own stupidity.”
“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.”
“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.”
“What disturbs and depresses young people is the hunt for happiness on the firm assumption that it must be met with in life. From this arises constantly deluded hope and so also dissatisfaction. Deceptive images of a vague happiness hover before us in our dreams, and we search in vain for their original. Much would have been gained if, through timely advice and instruction, young people could have had eradicated from their minds the erroneous notion that the world has a great deal to offer them.”
“We seldom think of what we have but always of what we lack. Therefore, rather than grateful, we are bitter.”
“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.”
“Happiness belongs to those who are sufficient unto themselves. For all external sources of happiness and pleasure are, by their very nature, highly uncertain, precarious, ephemeral and subject to chance.”

Contemporary American Art – Mario Merchan

Below – “Closer Look”; “Native Beauty”; “Las PeÑas (Guayaquil – Ecuador)”; “Boy.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 21 September 1947 – Stephen King, an award-winning American author and screenwriter.

Some quotes from the work of Stephen King:

“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
“What can be done when you’re eleven can often never be done again.”
“There’s no harm in hoping for the best as long as you’re prepared for the worst.”
“Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.”
“What Darwin was too polite to say, my friends, is that we came to rule the earth not because we were the smartest, or even the meanest, but because we have always been the craziest, most murderous motherfuckers in the jungle.”
“If we don’t have each other, we go crazy with loneliness. When we do, we go crazy with togetherness.”
“The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn’t real. I know that, and I also know that if I’m careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.”
“When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction.”
“When all else fails, give up and go to the library.”


Contemporary Italian Art – Titti Garelli

Below – “Noh Mask Queen”; “Red Riding Hood two”; “Young Fairy Of The Night”; “Cinderella”; “Young Queen With A Cat”; “Alice and her cat.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 21 September 1947 – Marsha Norman, an American playwright, novelist, screenwriter, and recipient of the Pulitzer Prize.

Some quotes from the work of Marsha Norman:

“Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.”
“There are things that music can do that language could never do, that painting could never do, or sculpture. Music is capable of going directly to the source of the mystery. It doesn’t have to explain it. It can simply celebrate it.”
“During the day, our souls gather their … impressions of us, how our lives feel. … Our spirits collect these impressions, keep them together, like wisps of smoke in a bag. Then, when we’re asleep, our brains open up these bags of smoke … and take a look.”
“Family is just accident…. They don’t mean to get on your nerves. They don’t even mean to be your family, they just are.”
“Art is how a culture records its life, how it poses questions for the next generation and how it will be remembered.”
“There is no point in trying to remember your dreams … There is only the unspeakable joy of eavesdropping on your spirit, catching tiny glimpses of its independent life, resting for a moment in its wisdom, puzzling, laughing sometimes, over what it’s up to, what it makes of you.”

Contemporary American Art – Hodaya Louis

Below – “Little Sister, Big Sister”; “January”; “Coming out of the dark”; “The routes We Follow”; “Turquoise”; “The routes We Brave”; “Secret Garden.”


This Date in Literary History: Born 21 September 1945 – Kay Ryan, an American poet and recipient of the Pulitzer Prize.

“A Certain Kind of Eden”
by Kay Ryan

It seems like you could, but
you can’t go back and pull
the roots and runners and replant.
It’s all too deep for that.
You’ve overprized intention,
have mistaken any bent you’re given
for control. You thought you chose
the bean and chose the soil.
You even thought you abandoned
one or two gardens. But those things
keep growing where we put them—
if we put them at all.
A certain kind of Eden holds us thrall.
Even the one vine that tendrils out alone
in time turns on its own impulse,
twisting back down its upward course
a strong and then a stronger rope,
the greenest saddest strongest
kind of hope.

This entry was posted in Art and Photography, Books, Movies, Music, and Television, Opinion. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply