Wandering in Woodacre – 24 August 2020

Contemporary Dutch Art – Danielle Davidson

Below – “Evanesce/Verviegen”; “Do you still believe in love?”; “Walkaway/weglopend”; “Playing with Space”; “Did we meet before?”; “Hyenas passing by.”

A Poem for Today

“The Wading Pool”
by George Bilgere

The toddlers in their tadpole bodies,
with their squirt guns and snorkels,
their beautiful mommies and inflatable whales,
are still too young to understand
that this is as good as it gets.

Soon they must leave the wading pool
and stand all day at the concession stand
with their hormones and snow cones,
their soul patches and tribal tattoos,
pretending not to notice how beautiful they are,

until they simply can’t stand it
and before you know it
they’re lined up on lawn chairs,
dozing in the noonday sun
with their stretch marks and beer bellies,
their Wall Street Journals and SPF 50.


Contemporary Hungarian Art – Angelika Toth

Below – “Adoration”; “Blue Mountain (The Anatomy of Mountain)”; “Best Playground”; “Midsummer Night”; “Laguz”; “Jungle.”

Musings in Summer: Howard Zinn , an American historian and author of “A People’s History of the United States” – born 24 August 1922.

“TO BE HOPEFUL in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty, but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness.
What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places—and there are so many—where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction.
And if we do act, in however small a way, we don’t have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory.”

Contemporary Australian Art – Geoff Hargraves

Below – “Up past the Forks”; “Clinker boats 2”; “Coastal Wreck”; “3642 at Central”; “Peace Park”; “Dawn, Greenhills Beach.”

A Poem for Today

“Strewn”
by Barbara Crooker

It’d been a long winter, rags of snow hanging on; then, at the end
of April, an icy nor’easter, powerful as a hurricane. But now
I’ve landed on the coast of Maine, visiting a friend who lives
two blocks from the ocean, and I can’t believe my luck,
out this mild morning, race-walking along the strand.
Every dog within fifty miles is off-leash, running
for the sheer dopey joy of it. No one’s in the water,
but walkers and shellers leave their tracks on the hardpack.
The flat sand shines as if varnished in a painting. Underfoot,
strewn, are broken bits and pieces, deep indigo mussels, whorls
of whelk, chips of purple and white wampum, hinges of quahog,
fragments of sand dollars. Nothing whole, everything
broken, washed up here, stranded. The light pours down, a rinse
of lemon on a cold plate. All of us, broken, some way
or other. All of us dazzling in the brilliant slanting light.

Below – Anne Kennedy: “On the Shore”

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