Wandering in Woodacre – 12 December 2020

Art for Today: Maynard Dixon (1875 – 1946) was an American painter whose body of work focused on the American West. In the words of Montana-based American writer Thomas McGuane,“To me, no painter has ever quite understood the light, the distances, the aboriginal ghostliness of the American West as well as Maynard Dixon. The great mood of his work is solitude, the effect of land and space on people. While his work stands perfectly well on its claims to beauty, it offers a spiritual view of the West indispensable to anyone who would understand it.”

Below- “Deserted Steep Ridge”; “Winter Landscape”; “Wild Horses”; “Home of the Blackfeet”; “Desert Journey”; “Ranch Windmill, Carson City, Nevada.”

A Poem for Today

by Jan Mordenski

Even after darkness closed her eyes

my mother could crochet.

Her hands would walk the rows of wool

turning, bending, to a woolen music.

The dye lots were registered in memory:

appleskin, chocolate, porcelain pan,

the stitches remembered like faded rhymes:

pineapple, sunflower, window pane, shell.

Tied to our lives those past years

by merely a soft colored yarn,

she’d sit for hours, her dark lips

moving as if reciting prayers,

coaching the sighted hands.

Contemporary Dutch Art – Stella Burggraaf

Below – “Winter is coming”; “Grazing cows”; “No wind today”; “Before the rain”; “After the rain”; “Tumbling clouds.”

A Poem for Today

by Kobayashi Issa

This world is dew –
A world of dew it is indeed.
And yet, and yet…

Below – Byron Jorjorian: “Dew Drops On Grass” (photograph)

Contemporary Russian Art – Aleksei Pleshkov

Below – “New hive”; “The first days of November”; “Flowers. Drawn by the sun”; “October”; “Summer evening”; “On the porch.”

A Poem for Today

“My Hometown”
by Donal Hefferman

Oh, Homer!
Your village sleeps near the Missouri River
With your cousin Winnebago, both children of Lakotaland.
You kept your town at two stories, as flat as the surrounding prairie.
You taught the Iliad and Odyssey in honor of your namesake poet.
Your spirit outlasted the bleached fields of the Depression, and
Bravely swam against the raging Omaha Creek floods.
On warm, wet spring Saturday nights,
You provided dark places for your young
To launch your next generation
In pickups, unlighted.

Note: Donal Hefferman is from Homer, Nebraska.
Below – Homer, Nebraska.

Contemporary British Art – Phil Tyler

Below – “Ensemble v”; “Configuration x”; “Ensemble Xiv”; “Ensemble xix”; “Ensemble xv”; “Bittersweet.”

A Poem for Today

From “The Cold Mountain Poems”
by Han Shan
translated by Gary Snyder

Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,
The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on:
The long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
The wide creek, the mist blurred grass.
The moss is slippery, though there’s been no rain
The pine sings, but there’s no wind.
Who can leap the word’s ties
And sit with me among the white clouds?

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