Sentient in San Francisco – 28 April 2020

Contemporary Russian Art – Katerina Kassihina

Below – “koi dance”; “Blue Beach”; “where does childhood go?”: “Ocean.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 28 April 2000 – Penelope Fitzgerald, an award-winnings English novelist, short story writer, biographer, poet, essayist, and author of “The Blue Flower.”

Some quotes from the work of Penelope Fitzgerald:

“To every separate person a thing is what he thinks it is – in other words, not a thing, but a think.”                                                                                          “I have remained true to my deepest convictions. I mean the courage of those who are born to be defeated, the weaknesses of the strong, and the tragedy of misunderstandings and missed opportunities, which I have done my best to treat as comedy—for otherwise how can we manage to bear it?”
“It is interesting to note that everyone has a different take on the world, a different opinion, and given the same inputs have completely different outputs.”
“A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit, embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life, and as such it must surely be a necessary commodity.”
“If they don’t depend on true evidence, scientists are no better than gossips.”
“It’s very good for an idea to be commonplace. The important thing is that a new idea should develop out of what is already there so that it soon becomes an old acquaintance. Old acquaintances aren’t by any means always welcome, but at least one can’t be mistaken as to who or what they are.”
“Duty is what no-one else will do at the moment.”
“Morality is seldom a safe guide for human conduct.”

Contemporary American Art – Vape Yeremyan

Below – “Lakeside”; “Sunny Day”; “Meadow”; “Ocean Side”; “Grand Canyon”; “El Matador Beach – Malibu.”


This Date in Literary History: Born 28 April 1953 – Roberto Bolano, an award-winning Chilean novelist, short story writer, essayist, poet, and author of “2666”: Part I of II.

Some quotes from the work of Roberto Bolano:

“You have to know how to look even if you don’t know what you’re looking for.”
“Poetry is the one thing that isn’t contaminated, the one thing that isn’t part of the game.”
“We all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it’s so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.”
“Reading is like thinking, like praying, like talking to a friend, like expressing your ideas, like listening to other people’s ideas, like listening to music, like looking at the view, like taking a walk on the beach.”
“There’s no place on earth with more dumb girls per square foot than a college in California.”
“Nothing is ever behind us.”
“Literature is a vast forest and the masterpieces are the lakes, the towering trees or strange trees, the lovely, eloquent flowers, the hidden caves, but a forest is also made up of ordinary trees, patches of grass, puddles, clinging vines, mushrooms, and little wildflowers.”
“Reading is pleasure and happiness to be alive or sadness to be alive and above all it’s knowledge and questions.”
“So everything lets us down, including curiosity and honesty and what we love best. Yes, said the voice, but cheer up, it’s fun in the end.”
“We interpret life at moments of the deepest desperation.”
“Nothing good ever comes of love. What comes of love is always something better.”


Contemporary Spanish Art – Mandy Racine

Below – “Sea Triumph”; “Frida”; “Varvana”; “Cupid”; “Marie with Rose Rococo”; “Venus & Time.”


This Date in Literary History: Born 28 April 1953 – Roberto Bolano, an award-winning Chilean novelist, short story writer, essayist, poet, and author of “2666”: Part II of II.
“My Gift to You”
by Roberto Bolano
(translated by Laura Healy)

My gift to you will be an abyss, she said,
but it will be so subtle you’ll perceive it
only after many years have passed
and you are far from Mexico and me.
You’ll find it when you need it most,
and that won’t be
the happy ending,
but it will be an instant of emptiness and joy.
And maybe then you’ll remember me,
if only just a little.

Contemporary French Art – Stephanie De Malherbe

Below – “White Light II”; “Tree of my childhood”; “Light IV”; “Light II”; “La Loire”; “Impression de Provence.”


A Poem for Today

“Startled”
by Sally Blumis-Dunn

Massive and black
the frigate birds,
on brambles in the distance.

Their bright red gular sacs,
full as spinnaker sails
billow from their feathers,

like giant hearts of skin and air.
They remind us of our own

hearts, oversized and awkward,
quivering in the lightest wind.

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