Wandering in Woodacre – 6 July 2020

This Date in Art History: Born 6 July 1907 – Frida Kahlo, a Mexican painter.

Below – “Self-Portrait with Necklace of Thorns”; “The Two Fridas”; “Self-portrait with monkeys”; “TwoWomen”; “Self-Portrait on the Border Line Between Mexico and the United States”; “Self-Portrait.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 6 July1962 – William Faulkner, an American writer, two-time recipient of the National Book Award, two-time recipient of the Pulitzer Prize, and recipient of the 1949 Nobel Prize in Literature.

Some quotes from the work of William Faulkner:

“The past is never dead. It’s not even past. All of us labor in webs spun long before we were born, webs of heredity and environment, of desire and consequence, of history and eternity. Haunted by wrong turns and roads not taken, we pursue images perceived as new but whose providence dates to the dim dramas of childhood, which are themselves but ripples of consequence echoing down the generations. The quotidian demands of life distract from this resonance of images and events, but some of us feel it always.”
“You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.”
“Don’t bother just to be better than others. Try to be better than yourself.”
“Never be afraid to raise your voice for honesty and truth and compassion against injustice and lying and greed. If people all over the world…would do this, it would change the earth.”
“Time is a fluid condition which has no existence except in the momentary avatars of individual people. There is no such thing as was – only is.”
“How often have I lain beneath rain on a strange roof, thinking of home.”
“I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last dingdong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet’s, the writer’s, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet’s voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.”

Contemporary Italian Art – Sanja Milenkovic

Below – “Paths”; “Playing in the water”; “Outdoor shower”; “Woodland”; “Perfect place”; “Blu.”

This Date in Literary History: Born 6 July 1952 – Hilary Mantel, an award-winning English writer of historical fiction, memoirs, and short stories.

Some quotes from the work of Hilary Mantel:

“The things you think are the disasters in your life are not the disasters really. Almost anything can be turned around: out of every ditch, a path, if you can only see it.”
“Truth can break the gates down, truth can howl in the street; unless truth is pleasing, personable and easy to like, she is condemned to stay whimpering at the back door.”
“It is the absence of facts that frightens people: the gap you open, into which they pour their fears, fantasies, desires.”
“You’re only young once, they say, but doesn’t it go on for a long time? More years than you can bear.”
“When you are writing laws you are testing words to find their utmost power. Like spells, they have to make things happen in the real world, and like spells, they only work if people believe in them.”
“A statute is written to entrap meaning, a poem to escape it.”

Contemporary American Art – Dean Rosso

Below -“Infinite”; “Alive”; “Image”; “Not Your Fool”; “Cyrin.”


This Date in Literary History: Died 6 July 1932 – Kenneth Grahame, a Scottish writer and author of the timeless classic “The Wind in the Willows.”

Some quotes from the work of Kenneth Grahame:

“The strongest human instinct is to impart information, the second strongest is to resist it.”
“There is nothing — absolutely nothing — half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. In or out of ’em, it doesn’t matter.
Nothing seems really to matter, that’s the charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don’t; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you’re always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you’ve done it there’s always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you’d much better not.”
“After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.”
“As a rule, indeed, grown-up people are fairly correct on matters of fact; it is in the higher gift of imagination that they are so sadly to seek.”
“The smell of that buttered toast simply spoke to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cozy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one’s ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender; of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.”
“All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.”
“But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, but can recapture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty in it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties.”
“There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger’s origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese which lay down and cried, and a long-necked straw-covered flask wherein lay bottled sunshine shed and garnered on far Southern slopes.”
“Here today, up and off to somewhere else tomorrow! Travel, change, interest, excitement! The whole world before you, and a horizon that’s always changing!”
“Come along inside… We’ll see if tea and buns can make the world a better place.”


Contemporary American Art – Lori Mills

Below – “Peaceful Room II”; “Westward Beach Point Dune Malibu”; “Pacific Palisades II”; “Soulful Space”; “broad beach malibu”; “Mary’s House.”


This Date in Literary History: Born 6 July 1916 – Harold Norse, an award-winning American writer and poet of the Beat Generation,

“The Business of Poetry”
by Harold Norse

The business of poetry

is the image of a young man

making music and love

to a girl whose interest

in love and music coincides

with an enormous despair in both

their inner selves like a plucked

guitar in the dry hot sun of

hope where savage and brutal men

are tearing life like a page

from a very ancient

and yellow

book

Below – Daniel Gerhartz: “Warmth”

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