Sentient in San Francisco – 11 October 2019

This Date in Art History: Died 11 October 1958 – Maurice de Vlaminck, a French painter.

Below – “The Seine at Chatou”; “White Sailboat at Chatou”; “Town on the Bank of a Lake”; “Village”; “Barges on the Seine.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 11 October 1963 – Jean Cocteau, a French poet, playwright, novelist, and critic.

Some quotes from the work of Jean Cocteau:

“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”
“Mirrors should think longer before they reflect.”
“Beauty cannot be recognized with a cursory glance.”
“I have sea foam in my veins, I understand the language of waves.”
“Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.”
“Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.”

Contemporary Czech Art – Svetlana Kurmaz: Part I of II.

Below – “Sisters. Family Album”; “Three Sisters”; “Chez Un Photographe”; “Still Life With Aubergines”; “Early Spring”; “Summer Song.”

This Date in Religious History: Born 11 October 1926 – Thich Nhat Hanh, a Vietnamese Buddhist monk, peace activist, poet, and author.

Some quotes from the work of Thich That Hanh:

“People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in thin air, but to walk on earth. Every day we are engaged in a miracle which we don’t even recognize: a blue sky, white clouds, green leaves, the black, curious eyes of a child — our own two eyes. All is a miracle.”
“Anxiety, the illness of our time, comes primarily from our inability to dwell in the present moment.”
“The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.”
“Silence is essential. We need silence just as much as we need air, just as much as plants need light. If our minds are crowded with words and thoughts, there is no space for us.”
“The way you speak to others can offer them joy, happiness, self-confidence, hope, trust, and enlightenment. Mindful speaking is a deep practice.”
“Meditation can help us embrace our worries, our fear, our anger; and that is very healing. We let our own natural capacity of healing do the work.”
“The past is gone, the future is not yet here, and if we do not go back to ourselves in the present moment, we cannot be in touch with life.”
“Take my hand. We will walk. We will only walk. We will enjoy our walk without thinking of arriving anywhere.”

Contemporary Czech Art – Svetlana Kurmaz: Part II of II.

Below – “Model in Black Swimsuit”; “Girl With Akita Inu Dog”; “Morning Promenade”; “Three Magpies”; “Morning.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 11 October 1885 – Francois Mauriac, a French novelist, dramatist, critic, poet, journalist, and recipient of the 1955 Nobel Prize in Literature.

Some quotes from the work of Francois Mauriac:

“To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.”
“No love, no friendship, can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.”
“Tell me what you read and I’ll tell you who you are is true enough, but I’d know you better if you told me what you reread.”
“Men resemble great deserted palaces: the owner occupies only a few rooms and has closed-off wings where he never ventures.”
“We are, all of us, molded and remolded by those who have loved us, and though that love may pass, we remain none the less their work–a work that very likely they do not recognize, and which is never exactly what they intended.”
“A man’s passion for the mountain is, above all, his childhood which refuses to die.”

Contemporary Dutch Art – Wim Heldens

Below – “Ohio Girl”; “N.Y.P.D.”; “Cats & Dogs”; “All about Scout”; “America”; “The Muse.”

A Poem for Today

by Thomas R. Smith

It’s like so many other things in life
to which you must say no or yes.
So you take your car to the new mechanic.
Sometimes the best thing to do is trust.

The package left with the disreputable-looking
clerk, the check gulped by the night deposit,
the envelope passed by dozens of strangers—
all show up at their intended destinations.

The theft that could have happened doesn’t.
Wind finally gets where it was going
through the snowy trees, and the river, even
when frozen, arrives at the right place.

And sometimes you sense how faithfully your life
is delivered, even though you can’t read the address.

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