Wandering in Woodacre – 31 August 2020

Contemporary French Art – Helene Vallas

Below (photographs) – “Quiet Life”; “Take me away!”; “Carousel in Paris”; “Deep in the woods”; “I’m looking for you”; “The colors of dream!.”

This Date in Literary History: Died August 1986 – Elizabeth Coatsworth, an award-winning writer, poet, and author of “The Cat Who Went to Heaven.”

Some quotes from the work of Elizabeth Coatsworth:

“Outwardly I am 83, but inwardly I am every age, with the emotions and experience of each period.”
“I say that almost everywhere there is beauty enough to fill a person’s life if one would only be sensitive to it. but Henry says No: that broken beauty is only a torment, that one must have a whole beauty with man living in relation to it to have a rich civilization and art. . . . Is it because I am a woman that I accept what crumbs I may have, accept the hot-dog stands and amusement parks if I must, if the blue is bright beyond them and the sunset flushes the breasts of sea birds?”
“He used to tell me when Mr. Boswell asked Dr. Johnson which was the greatest of the virtues, he answered unhesitatingly, ‘Courage,’ and when Mr. Boswell asked him why, he said, ‘Because, sir, without courage, one will have little opportunity to practice the other virtues.’”
“During much of my life, I was anxious to be what someone else wanted me to be. Now I have given up that struggle. I am what I am.”
“There is something dangerous about mirrors. … What dynamite we handle when we lift a mirror or bend towards one! I seldom do.”
“But calm, white calm, was born into a swan.”
“Today I walked on the lion-coloured hills with only cypresses for company, until the sunset caught me, turned the brush to copper set the clouds to one great roof of flame above the earth, so that I walk through fire, beneath fire, and all in beauty. Being alone I could not be alone, but felt (closer than flesh) the presence of those who once had burned in such transfigurations. My happiness ran through the centuries in one continual brightness. Looking down, I saw the earth beneath me like a rose petaled with mountains, fragrant with deep peace.”
“Only of one thing I am sure:
when I dream
I am always ageless.”

Contemporary Ukrainian Art – Nadia Rom: Part I of II.

Below – “The breath”; “in the dark dark forest”; “morning in the field”; “old house”; “Reflexion”; “The road.”


This Date in Literary History: Died 31 August 1941 – Marina Tsvetaeva, a Russian poet: Part I of II.

“I know the truth! Renounce all others!”
by Marina Tsvetaeva

I know the truth! Renounce all others!
There’s no need for anyone to fight.
For what? – Poets, generals, lovers?
Look: it’s evening, look: almost night.

Ah, the wind drops, earth is wet with dew,
Ah, the snow will freeze the stars that move.
And soon, under the earth, we’ll sleep too,
Who never would let each other sleep above.

Below – Agnieszka Dabrowska: “Walking in the darkness”

Contemporary Ukrainian Art – Nadia Rom: Part II of II.

Below – “Woman from my dreams”; “bird of paradise”; “restless dreams in a blizzard”; “Shining”; “back streets of memory”; “gate in childhood.”

This Date in Literary History: Died 31 August 1941 – Marina Tsvetaeva, a Russian poet: Part II of II.

“When I watch the flight of leaves”
by Marina Tsvetaeva

When I watch the flight of leaves,
To the cobblestones at my feet
Swept up – as if by an artist,
Whose picture’s at last complete,

I think how (already no one likes
My figure, face deep in thought)
A strongly yellow, decidedly rusty,
Leaf, there at the crown’s – forgot.

Below – Columbia Hillen: “Paths” (photograph)

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