This Date in Art History: Born 21 July 1858 – Lovis Corinth, a German painter.
Below – “Blooming Cottage Garden”; “Portrait of Mrs. Kaumann”; “Woman by a Goldfish Tank”; “Woman in a Deck Chair by the Window”; “The Violinist”; “Self Portrait with his Wife and a Glass of Champagne.”
“How It Worked”
by Jeffrey Harrison
It was hard to sit there with my father,
watching one of my sister’s girls playing
a set of tennis against my son or daughter
because he’d forget himself and with a groan
of disappointment or a grunt
of sympathetic exertion make it clear
that he was rooting for my sister’s child
and against mine. There was no use
calling him on it, because he’d deny it
and get angry. So I would get angry
but try not to show it, until I couldn’t
stand it any longer and would get up
and walk away. That was how it worked
between us, the unspoken building up
like thunderheads above the tennis court,
where the kids played on, not caring who won
and hardly noticing the sky had darkened.
Below – “German River”; “Leaving The Century Of Mediocrity”; “Night of Wolves”; “The Italian Renaissance Smiles at the 21st Century”: “You Are Here”; “Midsummer Night’s dream” (triptych).
A Poem for Today
byTerri Kirby Erickson
She could be a Norman Rockwell painting,
the small girl on my front porch with her eager
face, her wind-burned cheeks red as cherries.
Her father waits by the curb, ready to rescue
his child should danger threaten, his shadow
reaching halfway across the yard. I take the
booklet from the girl’s outstretched hand,
peruse the color photos of candy bars and
caramel-coated popcorn, pretend to read it.
I have no use for what she’s selling, but I
can count the freckles on her nose, the scars
like fat worms on knobby knees that ought
to be covered on a cold day like this, when
the wind is blowing and the trees are losing
their grip on the last of their leaves. ‘I’ll take
two of these and one of those,’ I say, pointing,
thinking I won’t eat them, but I probably will.
It’s worth the coming calories to see her joy,
how hard she works to spell my name right,
taking down my ‘information.’ Then she turns
and gives a thumbs-up sign to her father, who
grins like an outfielder to whom the ball has
finally come—his heart like a glove, opening.
Contemporary Ukrainian Art – Olha Laptieva
Below- “Sun drawing”; “Do you remember how we met the dawn”; “The charm of a winter day”; “magic of light”; “First snow”; “Way up.”
by Sally Bliumis-Dunn
Massive and black
the frigate birds,
on brambles in the distance.
Their bright red gular sacs,
full as spinnaker sails
billow from their feathers,
like giant hearts of skin and air.
They remind us of our own
hearts, oversized and awkward,
quivering in the lightest wind.