This Date in Art History: Born 2 February 1895 – Robert Philipp, an American painter: Part I of II.
Below – “Friends”; “Artist’s Studio”; “Contemplation”; “New York Night Life”; “At the Opera”; “Seated Nude.”
This Date in Literary History: Died 2 February 1972 – Natalie Clifford Barney, an American playwright, poet and novelist who lived as an expatriate in Paris.
Some quotes from the work of Natalie Clifford Barney:
“Like all religions, love has more believers than practitioners.”
“The past is such a subtle thing. [But] in the end, nothing else exists, everything is made of the past, even the future.”
“Our shadows are taller than ourselves.”
“I’m fond of human beings, but only one at a time.”
“Our prejudices, our antipathies, are our natural defenses against what we could not assimilate.”
“When you’re in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.”
“I love the love of those who are far enough away, it becomes whatever I wish to believe it.”
“Sensuality, wanting a religion, invented Love.”
“Tea – that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen.”
“I do not understand those who spend hours at the theater watching scenes between people whom they would not listen to for five minutes in real life.”
“Some people make it hard for me to believe in universal evolution.”
“if I had one ambition it was to make my life itself into a poem.”
This Date in Art History: Born 2 February 1895 – Robert Philipp, an American painter: Part II of II.
Below – “Portrait of a Woman”; “Rochelle in Brown”; “Russian Tea Room”; “In Paris”; “Portrait of a Woman in Straw Hat”; “Young Woman with Flowers.”
“In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.”
Contemporary British Art – Dawn Beckles
Below – “We Were Taught To Be”; “In Reality”; “Bridgetown Pier”; “Lyris Cloditha”; “We Could See Vera’s”; “Choking in the figments.”
A Poem for Today
by E. G. Burrows
I watched the nesting redstart
when we camped by Lake Winnepesaukee.
The tent pegs pulled out in soft soil.
Rain made pawprints on the canvas.
So much clings to the shoes,
the old shoes must be discarded,
but we’re fools to think that does it:
burning the scraps.
I listened for the rain at Mt. Monadnock,
for the barred owl on a tent peak
among scrub pines in Michigan.
I can hear my father stir
and the cot creak. The flap opens.
He goes out and never returns
though the coffee steams on the grill
and the redstart sings in the alders.
Contemporary Italian Art – Danila Pasini
Below – “In spiaggia 8”; “Bambina al Parco Ducale”; “The dancer who learned to fly while dancing”; “Fly between the chains”; “In spiaggia 3”; “In spiaggia 7.”
A Poem for Today
“Of Some Renown”
by Jean L. Connor
For some time now, I have
lived anonymously. No one
appears to think it odd.
They think the old are,
well, what they seem. Yet
see that great egret
at the marsh’s edge, solitary,
still? Mere pretense
that stillness. His silence is
a lie. In his own pond he is
of some renown, a stalker,
a catcher of fish. Watch him.
Below – Brooke Heindl Newman: “Egret”