Wandering in Woodacre – 12 July 2020

This Date in Art History: Born 12 July 1917 – Andrew Wyeth, an American painter.

Below – “Christina’s World”; “Winter”; “Braids”; “Thawing”; “Sundown 1969”; “Daydreams.”

Contemporary British Art – Nathalie Kingdon

Below – “Jour d’été”; “Saudade”; “Petite filles du soleil”; “Sous le soleil exactement”; “La Cabanon.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 12 July 1910 – Harvey Pekar, an award-winning American underground comic book writer best known for his autobiographical “American Splendor” series.

Some quotes from the work of Harvey Pekar:

“[My work is] autobiography written as it’s happening. The theme is about staying alive, getting a job, finding a mate, having a place to live, finding a creative outlet. Life is a war of attrition. You have to stay active on all fronts. It’s one thing after another. I’ve tried to control a chaotic universe. And it’s a losing battle. But I can’t let go. I’ve tried, but I can’t.”
“I think the people who would be the least interested in my work would be people who read lots of comic books.”
“Everybody’s like everybody else, and everybody’s different from everybody else.”
“I try and write the way things happen. I don’t try and fulfill people’s wishes.”
“It makes you feel good to know that there’s other people afflicted like you.”
“I came up with American Splendor. Some people think it’s American Squalor.”
“American Splendor is just an ongoing journal. It’s an ongoing autobiography. I started it when I was in my early 30s, and I just keep going.”

Contemporary American Art – Vahe Yeremyan

Below – “Farm Road”; “Lakeside”; “Vibrant Trees”; “Turquoise Breeze”; “Summer Time”; “Winter Trees.”

A Poem for Today

by Ron Koertge

No one would take her when Ruth passed.
As the survivors assessed some antiques,
I kept hearing, “She’s old. Somebody
should put her down.”

I picked her up instead. Every night I tell her
about the fish who died for her, the ones
in the cheerful aluminum cans.

She lies on my chest to sleep, rising
and falling, rising and falling like a rowboat
fastened to a battered dock by a string.

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