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Monday, December 31, 2018

December, 2018





No retouching, no color enhancement:  Sunrise December 31, 2018






Christmas, 2018:  before/above and after/below















Holidays  can open up free time for reading.
The books by Yuval Noah Harari are a bracing relief that help explain why the world is the way it is, how it got that way and where it might go.  Highly recommended.



 Yuval Noah Harari

21 Lessons for the 21st Century:  NY Time Review

Homo Deus:  Wikipedia  entry

Christmas Card 2018




Oskar Kokoschka (1886 - 1980)
Drei Hirten, Hund und Schafe.  Sleeping Shepherds with Their Flock

Weiner Werkstaette, 1908, color lithograph

Oskar Kokoschka was born in Poechlarn, Austria, 100 km west of Vienna, in 1886.  His father was a traveling salesman and financial difficulties forced the family to move often.  Oskar studied art at the Kunstgewerbeschule (The University of Applied Arts) in Vienna from 1904-1908.  His long and productive career spanned decades (from 1905 to 1975) and many media:  painting, drawing, poetry, theater, printmaking, sculpture, portraiture, and teaching.

Oskar Kokoschka had strong and lasting friendships, with teachers, artists, people he painted and others.  He also seems to have been good at developing relationships with mentors, dealers and patrons.  His life was marked by a passionate affair with Alma Mahler, who left him for Walter Gropius in 1915.  In despair, Kokoschka signed up to fight in WW I.  He was severely injured and suffered for years after the war.  He said later:  “War was appalling, I didn’t know if I would ever get out alive, but if I did, I would climb the highest peak to see what motivates people to sacrifice their life for no reason.”

Political upheaval and war forced Kokoschka to leave Austria for Czechoslovakia and then England.  He chose to live in Switzerland after the war and continued to travel all over the world, for art and because of his commitment to peace, refugees and young people.

An outspoken critic of Nazis and fascism and concerned with the predicaments of refugees from those regimes, Kokoschka believed that art could counter such power.  He never painted completely abstractly like some of his avant-garde colleagues.  He felt that for art to be as powerful as possible it needed to maintain a reference to the concrete world we live in.

"I simply wanted to create around me a world of my own in which I could survive the progressive disruption going on all over the world. If this my world will survive me, so much the better….”
  I myself see no cause to retrace my steps.  I shall not weary of testifying by the means given to me by nature and expressed in my art, in which only vision is fundamental, not theories.  I consider myself responsible, not to society, which dictates fashion and taste suited to its environment and its period, but to youth, to the coming generations, which are left stranded in a blitzed world, unaware of the Soul trembling in awe before the mystery of life.    I dread the future, when the growth of the inner life will be more and more hampered by a too speedy adaptation to a mechanically conceived environment, when all human industry is to be directed to fit in with the blue-prints.
  Individually, no one will see his way before him.  The individual will have to rely on hearsay for his knowledge, on second-hand experience, on information inspired by scientific inquiry only.  None will have a vision of the continuity of life, because of the lack of spiritual means to acquire it.
  For the growth of the inner life can never be brought into any scientific formula, whatever the technician and the scientist of the soul may try.  The life of the soul is expressed by man in his art.  (Do we not already need experts to lecture us on how to see a modern work of art?)  The mystery of the soul is like that of a closed door.  When you open it, you see something that was not there before.
  Do not fear that I intend to lead you right off into metaphysics, whereas you only asked me for an introduction to the exhibition of my work.  But if I were not a painter I could explain it all fully in words.  So there we are.”

  Very sincerely yours,          Oskar Kokoschka 
Introduction to Retrospective Catalogue, MOMA 1948


Thursday, November 29, 2018

Art Show at the Branch House

Art Show November 23-25, 2018
Marsden Williams, Artist:  http://www.marsdenwilliams.com










The Branch Museum of Architecture and Design:  https://branchmuseum.org





Richmond Landscapes; November 2018













Thanksgiving 2018; Amuse Cafe


Virginia Museum of Fine Arts














Below is an artist statement about their philosophy and work and then, a piece of art.
Are you kidding?


November Snow in New York











Last Day to Canvas: November 4, 2018



Volunteers preparing to go out and knock on doors in northwest Montgomery County, PA
Most of the candidates for the Democratic party won.




Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Halloween Message










Thomas Friedman article from Oct. 31 New York Times:
https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/30/opinion/columnists/george-washington-trump-nationalism.html

George Washington for President



Dear Reader. I think you know, after 23 years of my writing this column, that I’m not lazy. I always try to come up with fresh ideas. Today, though, I am fresh out of fresh ideas. More than any time in my career, I think our country is in danger. It has a disturbed man as president, whose job description — to be a healer of the country in times of great national hurt and to pull us together to do big hard things that can be done only together — conflicts with his political strategy, which is to divide us and mobilize his base with anger and fear. And time and again he has chosen the latter.
When a person is promoted to a top job in life, usually one of two things happens: He either grows or he swells — he either evolves and grows into that job or all of his worst instincts and habits become swollen and just expand over a wider field. I don’t have to tell you what happened with President Trump. He is a shameless liar and an abusive bully — only now he is doing it from the bully pulpit of the presidency.
When you have a president without shame, backed by a party without a spine, amplified by a TV network without integrity, reason is not an option and hope is not a strategy. The only restraint on Trump is a lever of national power in the hands of the opposition party that can force some accountability.
The stakes could not be higher. If the coming midterms reaffirm Trump’s grip on every lever of national power — the White House, the Senate, the House and the Supreme Court — he will become even more swollen and more dangerous to our institutions, which are now straining to contain his excesses.
Trump once boasted, “I am a nationalist.’’ He surely is. And remember what President Charles de Gaulle of France once observed: Patriots put love of their own people first, while nationalists put hate for other people first. This is a time for every American patriot to do the only thing that can make a difference now:
In the midterm elections, vote for a Democrat, canvass for a Democrat, raise money for a Democrat, drive someone to a voting station to vote for a Democrat. I repeat: In the midterm elections, vote for a Democrat, canvass for a Democrat, raise money for a Democrat, drive someone to a voting station to vote for a Democrat. I repeat: In the midterm elections, vote for a Democrat, canvass for a Democrat, raise money for a Democrat, drive someone to a voting station to vote for a Democrat.
Beyond that, nothing else matters. We have to protect our institutions until this Trump era passes and we can restore the presidency to someone — Democrat or Republican — focused on loving our country more than hating others. To remind us what such a president sounds like, I cede the rest of my space to President George Washington and the letter he wrote, after a visit to Newport, R.I., where he was enthusiastically received by, among others, members of the local Jewish community. It was dated Aug. 18, 1790. (Hat tip to the Jewish Women’s Theater in Los Angeles, Dana Milbank of The Washington Post, NPR and all others who have referenced this letter in recent days.).
Gentlemen: While I receive, with much satisfaction, your Address replete with expressions of affection and esteem, I rejoice in the opportunity of assuring you that I shall always retain a grateful remembrance of the cordial welcome I experienced in my visit to Newport, from all classes of Citizens.
The reflection on the days of difficulty and danger which are past is rendered the more sweet, from a consciousness that they are succeeded by days of uncommon prosperity and security. If we have wisdom to make the best use of the advantages with which we are now favored, we cannot fail, under the just administration of a good Government, to become a great and a happy people.
The Citizens of the United States of America have a right to applaud themselves for having given to mankind examples of an enlarged and liberal policy: a policy worthy of imitation. All possess alike liberty of conscience and immunities of citizenship. It is now no more that toleration is spoken of, as if it was by the indulgence of one class of people, that another enjoyed the exercise of their inherent natural rights. For happily the Government of the United States, which gives to bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance, requires only that they who live under its protection should demean themselves as good citizens, in giving it on all occasions their effectual support.
It would be inconsistent with the frankness of my character not to avow that I am pleased with your favorable opinion of my Administration, and fervent wishes for my felicity. May the Children of the Stock of Abraham, who dwell in this land, continue to merit and enjoy the good will of the other Inhabitants; while everyone shall sit in safety under his own vine and fig tree, and there shall be none to make him afraid. May the father of all mercies scatter light and not darkness in our paths, and make us all in our several vocations useful here, and in his own due time and way everlastingly happy.
G. Washington