Sentient in San Francisco – 21 December 2019

Contemporary Dutch Art – Patricia Derks: Part I of II.

Below – “Green Dress”; “Nina”; “Yellow lips 2”; “gold”; “Green boy 2”; “Diva.”

A Poem for the Last Day of Autumn

“Nothing Gold Can Stay”
by Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Contemporary Dutch Art – Patricia Derks: Part II of II.

Below – “Ella”; “Veronica”; “Commission I”; “Commission II”; “winter time.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 21 December 1892 – Rebecca West, a British author, journalist, literary critic, and travel writer.

Some quotes from the work of Rebecca West:

“The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be only the beginning.”
“The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.”
“Existence in itself, taken at its least miraculous, is a miracle.”
“No great thing happens suddenly.”
“It is the soul’s duty to be loyal to its own desires. It must abandon itself to its master passion.”
“Did St. Francis preach to the birds? Whatever for? If he really liked birds he would have done better to preach to the cats.”
“Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.”
“You must always believe that life is as extraordinary as music says it is.”
“The main difference between men and women is that men are lunatics and women are idiots.”

Contemporary American Art – Felicia Craig-Silva

Below – “Vivid Dreams”; “Strike A Pose”; “Yellow Sunglasses”; “Andy’s Wigs.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 21 December1932 – Edward Hoagland, an American author best known for his nature and travel writing.

Some quotes from the work of Edward Hoagland.

“In order to really enjoy a dog, one doesn’t merely try to train him to be semi-human. The point of it is to open oneself to the possibility of becoming partly a dog.”
“Silence is exhilarating at first – as noise is – but there is a sweetness to silence outlasting exhilaration, akin to the sweetness of listening and the velvet of sleep.”
“To live is to see, and traveling sometimes speeds up the process.
Henry David Thoreau, who never earned much of a living or sustained a relationship with any woman that wasn’t brotherly — who lived mostly under his parents’ roof . . . who advocated one day’s work and six days ‘off’ as the weekly round and was considered a bit of a fool in his hometown . . . is probably the American writer who tells us best how to live comfortably with our most constant companion, ourselves.”
“Country people do not behave as if they think life is short; they live on the principle that it is long, and savor variations of the kind best appreciated if most days are the same.”
“A mountain with a wolf on it stands a little taller.”
“True solitude is a din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, or a clamor of tracks in the snow.”

Contemporary Greek Art – Anna Andreadi

Below (sculptures) – “Trail of Birds”; “Refuge of Leaves”; “It’s about finding happiness together”; “Long Lasting Love”; “More than music”; “Imminent Light.”

A Poem for the Last Day of Autumn

“The Death of Autumn”
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

When reeds are dead and a straw to thatch the marshes,
And feathered pampas-grass rides into the wind
Like aged warriors westward, tragic, thinned
Of half their tribe, and over the flattened rushes,
Stripped of its secret, open, stark and bleak,
Blackens afar the half-forgotten creek,—
Then leans on me the weight of the year, and crushes
My heart. I know that Beauty must ail and die,
And will be born again,—but ah, to see
Beauty stiffened, staring up at the sky!
Oh, Autumn! Autumn!—What is the Spring to me?

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