This Date in Art History: Born 31 March 1885 – Jules Pascin, a Bulgarian-French painter and illustrator.
Below – “Mija”; “Portrait of Mimi Laurent”; “Portrait of Lucy Krohg”; “Portrait de nu”; “Little American Girls”; “Model in Front of Mirror.”
Some quotes from the work of Charlotte Bronte:
“I would always rather be happy than dignified.”
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
“Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.”
“The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.”
“Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.”
“Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.”
“I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.”
This Date in Art History: Died 32 March 2012 – Alberto Sughi, an Italian painter.
Below – “Wind”; “Woman with pink and black dress”; “Portrait of a young woman”; “Conversation”; “Naufragio”; Untitled.
“More Than Enough”
by Marge Piercy
The first lily of June opens its red mouth.
All over the sand road where we walk
multiflora rose climbs trees cascading
white or pink blossoms, simple, intense
the scene drifting like colored mist.
The arrowhead is spreading its creamy
clumps of flower and the blackberries
are blooming in the thickets. Season of
joy for the bee. The green will never
again be so green, so purely and lushly
new, grass lifting its wheaty seedheads
into the wind. Rich fresh wine
of June, we stagger into you smeared
with pollen, overcome as the turtle
laying her eggs in roadside sand.
Below – Valerie Leri: “Silent Season”
This Date in Art History: Died 31 March 2014 – Roger Somville, a Belgian painter.
Below – “Portrait of a woman”; “Three faces”; “Standing Nude”; “La toilette”; “L’apres-midi”; “The bathers.”
This Date in Literary History: Born 31 March 1926 – John Fowles, an English novelist and author of “The Magus” and “The French Lieutenant’s Woman.”
Some quotes from the work of John Fowles:
“The most important questions in life can never be answered by anyone except oneself.”
“The profoundest distances are never geographical.”
“There are only two races on this planet – the intelligent and the stupid.”
“That was the tragedy. Not that one man had the courage to be evil. But that millions had not the courage to be good.”
“The price of tapping water into every house is that no one values water any more.”
“Time is not a road – it is a room.”
“You come to the United States not knowing what to expect. Then all your worst prejudices are confirmed.”
Contemporary French Art – Golnaz AFRAZ
Below – “Blue time”; “Yellow dream”; “Summer picnic”; “Suddenly orange”; “Boat”; “..and then i saw.”
This Date in Literary History: Born 31 March 1914 – Octavio Paz, a Mexican poet and recipient of the 1990 Nobel Prize in Literature.
“No More Cliches”
by Octavio Paz
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.
Any man would be under your spell,
Oh, beauty of a magazine.
How many poems have been written to you?
How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice?
To your obsessive illusion
To you manufacture fantasy.
But today I won’t make one more Cliché
And write this poem to you.
No, no more clichés.
This poem is dedicated to those women
Whose beauty is in their charm,
In their intelligence,
In their character,
Not on their fabricated looks.
This poem is to you women,
That like a Shahrazade wake up
Everyday with a new story to tell,
A story that sings for change
That hopes for battles:
Battles for the love of the united flesh
Battles for passions aroused by a new day
Battle for the neglected rights
Or just battles to survive one more night.
Yes, to you women in a world of pain
To you, bright star in this ever-spending universe
To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights
To you, friend of my heart.
From now on, my head won’t look down to a magazine
Rather, it will contemplate the night
And its bright stars,
And so, no more clichés.
Below – Alex Grear: “On the Sunset” (photograph)
Contemporary American Art – Carlos Antonio Rancano
Below – “On My Mind”; “When You Speak (2 Monarch Butterflies)”; “Domesticated #2”; “Portrait in Blue”; “Afro Nieve”; “Bare Truths (or Wild Things).”
“On the Death of Friends in Childhood”
by Donald Justice
We shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven,
Nor sunning themselves among the bald of hell;
If anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight,
Forming a ring, perhaps, or joining hands
In games whose very names we have forgotten.
Come, memory, let us seek them there in the shadows.