Sunday, April 30, 2017

Old Friends

 "Age  appears to be best in four things: old wood best to burn,
old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read." - Francis Bacon
Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. Francis Bacon
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Age appears to be best in four things; old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. Francis Bacon
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We spent a lovely evening last night with our friend John. He and his late wife Linda have been our family friends long before I met and married Mike. When I began dating Mike we would be invited to Linda and John's yearly "Bloomsday party" which they held at the end of the school year in honor of the Irish author James Joyce. When video cameras first came out Mike bought one and videoed one of those Bloomsday parties in the late 1970's. Last night after dinner Mike surprised John with the dvd of that event. We watched our much younger selves enjoying a party long ago. In the video you hear Mike's voice saying to someone "Sometimes you capture ordinary events which don't seem to mean much but then years later they become very meaningful." How true that was for us last night. I truly miss my friend Linda but when I am with John in their home and especially last night viewing her on video I feel her presence ever so delightfully with us.







These photos epitomize wonderful days for John and Linda who traveled the world over. They thoroughly enjoyed each others company and were true kindred spirits.  They shared their love of life with all their friends. We all miss Linda so

Saturday, April 29, 2017

An Endless Mystery




"Love is an endless mystery,
for it has nothing else to explain." -Tagore

Friday, April 28, 2017

Celebrating Mitra's Birthday With Italian Classmates

Today we celebrated  Mitra's birthday with all the Italian class friends.










For My Girlies

 

 i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
                                  i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Thursday, April 27, 2017

An Icon in the Art World Passes Away

 Significant in my college days at UCLA were some amazing women artists and in particular those that worked in the world of "fiber arts" in the 1960's and 70's.  Magdalena Abakanowicz was one in particular who inspired and excited the fiber arts world. She created massive art pieces, some of which were featured in the 1971 international fiber exhibition "Deliberate Entanglements" at UCLA. She along with other well known artists (Sheila Hicks, Peter and Ritzi Jacobi, Olga de Amaral, Kay Sekimachi, Tadek Beutlich, Jacoda Buic) became the heroes to myself and my fellow fiber artist peers.  They inspired us to look beyond the traditional use of fiber, to expand dimensions and space and traditional forms.  These foreign names became household words in our workshop classroom "the weavery".    The mere mention of her name and the viewing of the woven pieces I came to love in the late 1960's thrills me still. Here are some images of her work that I am familiar with. They take me back to some adventurous lovely times in my youth. Though it saddens me to learn of  Magdalena's  passing I'm grateful the world is a recipient of her sculptures and her creativity. Her legacy lives on. 







 The following obiturary is from: https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2017/apr/24/magdalena-abakanowicz-obituary

Magdalena Abakanowicz obituary 

Sculptor acclaimed internationally after overcoming a privileged background to establish a successful career in communist Poland Magdalena Abakanowicz’s evocative textile representations of the human figure often had stunted limbs or lacked heads
The Polish artist Magdalena Abakanowicz, who has died aged 86, could trace her lineage back to Genghis Khan. At least, that was the family legend. As a child in the 1930s, she had privileges that were soon to be destroyed by the second world war and its aftermath. Yet, despite her background, she managed to launch a highly successful career in communist Poland, eventually gaining an international reputation for her evocative textile sculptures of the human figure.
After starting as a painter in the 1950s, she began experimenting with various other media, from welded steel to textiles, and in 1962 she was encouraged by the weaver Maria Laszkiewicz to exhibit at the first International Tapestry Biennale in Lausanne. A few years later, she began to suspend pieces of roughly textured fabric from gallery ceilings, creating abstract shapes so idiosyncratic that she named them “Abakans”, after herself. In the same period she created installations with large coils of rope, its knots and fibres reminding her of “a petrified organism”. In 1972 she even wound such a structure around Edinburgh Cathedral.
By the mid-70s she had developed the imagery for which she is most famous – severed heads and headless bodies, usually made from sacking supported by a steel armature or stiffened with glue and resin. Many of these are simply the shells of human backs, with bowed shoulders and stunted limbs, seated in rows in the open air. Inspired by a remarkable variety of sources – from the silhouettes of Polish worshippers or Indonesian dancers to photographs of the victims of Auschwitz – they have been exhibited across the world, from the banks of the Vistula to Calgary and Llandudno.

 Abakanowicz’s piece Agora, in Grant Park, Chicago

Perhaps most moving of all were the bronze versions, known as Becalmed Beings, commissioned by the city of Hiroshima in 1992 in response to a petition signed by more than 6,000 local people. In this case the tragic associations are obvious. However, even in more neutral settings, Abakanowicz’s lines of subtly differentiated figures arouse a powerful sensation of shared experience.
She responded most strongly to the political upheavals of her native country. With the foundation of the Solidarity trade union, Poland entered a phase of reform that was temporarily halted by the declaration of martial law in 1981. Abakanowicz reacted to this repression by placing one of her headless torsos in a wooden cage, and, later in the same decade, she began War Games – tree trunks partly encased in metal, like artillery shells or the keels of submarines.
Despite their air of menace, these pieces of timber, collected on the artist’s frequent trips to the woodlands of north-east Poland, have a strongly anthropomorphic quality, as if they were victims as well as weapons. It is tempting to relate them to a range of experiences, from Abakanowicz’s trip to Australasia in 1976, when she was impressed by the ritual carvings of forest peoples in New Guinea, to her own childhood whittling creatures out of twigs.
She was born Marta Abakanowicz in Falenty, on the outskirts of Warsaw – her father, Konstanty, was a landowner – and grew up on her maternal grandfather’s estate 120 miles east of the capital. Her carefree, tomboyish life ended abruptly when German tanks arrived in the autumn of 1939 and the woods around her home soon filled with partisans. In 1943 a drunken soldier shot her mother, Helena (nee Domaszowska), causing her to lose her right arm. A year later, with the battle front rapidly approaching, the family sought greater security in Warsaw, arriving just in time for the disastrous uprising: Helena was separated from her family for two months as they fled the fighting.
Matters hardly improved with the end of the war. Threatened by the prospect of class conflict under the new communist regime, the family moved to the obscurity of Tczew, near Poland’s Baltic coast. Soon afterwards, Marta began her artistic education, first in Gdynia and then at the College of Fine Arts in Sopot.

Quickly tiring of provincial life, Abakanowicz marked a new beginning in 1950 by changing her name to Magdalena and returning to Warsaw. She continued her training, at the city’s Academy of Fine Arts, while supporting herself with odd jobs: labouring on building sites, giving blood and teaching sport – tall and athletic, she was a keen swimmer.
In 1956 she married Jan Kosmowski, an engineer, and soon afterwards began to develop friendships with survivors of the prewar avant garde, especially the constructivist Henryk Stażewski. While greatly enjoying the intellectual soirees and salons that Stażewski organised in his tiny flat, Abakanowicz vigorously resisted the geometric, abstract rigour of constructivism. Her early works were freely drawn, brightly coloured images of birds and fish, painted in watercolour and gouache on bed sheets up to nine feet high.
Throughout her career Abakanowicz sought to establish an almost mystical link between art and nature – either by bringing organic objects into the gallery, as in War Games, or by using conventional media, such as bronze, to represent biological structures. Striking examples of this were the Hand-like Trees (1992-93) and the models she made in 1991 for the construction of a new district beyond La Défense in Paris. Abakanowicz’s plans for immense tree-like skyscrapers clad with vegetation were never realised, but the designs were spectacularly displayed all over the world.

 Ten Seated Figures by Abakanowicz at Yorkshire Sculpture Park, near Wakefield

Abakanowicz’s sensitivity to natural materials can also be seen in modern megaliths such as the irregular granite blocks in Space of Stone, which she set up in Hamilton, New Jersey, in 2002. Since last year, Tate Modern in London has been exhibiting Abakanowicz’s large-scale Embryology (1978-80), a group of shapes that evoke nature in a variety of ambiguous ways. Though made from soft, stuffed fabric, they look like boulders, as well as suggesting body parts and even cocoons, as is perhaps indicated by the title. The work exemplifies the physical immediacy of Abakanowicz’s sculpture, as well as her sensitivity to nuances of texture, and her grasp of archetypal forms.
She is survived by her husband.
Magdalena Abakanowicz, artist, born 20 June 1930; died 20 April 2017

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Happiness

A man asked Buddha, "I want Happiness." 
Buddha said, "First remove I",
that's ego,
"Then remove want", 
that's desire.
See now you are only left with
"Happiness" 

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Destiny






"Lovers don't finally  meet somewhere.
They were in each other all along." -Rumi

Monday, April 24, 2017

Jump!



 "Look I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that
if you're alive and you've got arms and legs, you've got to jump around
a lot, for life is the very opposite of death,
and therefore you must at very least, think noisy
and colorfully, or you're not alive." -Mel Brooks

Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive. Mel Brooks
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Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive. Mel Brooks
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Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive. Mel Brooks
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Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive. Mel Brooks
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Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive. Mel Brooks
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Sunday, April 23, 2017

Healing Power

"Don't underestimate the healing
power of these three things:

Music.
The Ocean.
The Stars."

Friday, April 21, 2017

Endurance

"Ice Storm Winter 2017 Kirksville Missouri" A. Cabot


No winter lasts forever
No spring skips its turn
~ Hal Borland
 

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Lemony Things I Love






 Mark Rothko
Van Gogh "Blossoming Acacia" 1890


 My junior high school fragrance of choice "Topaz" by Avon

 Santorini Sunsets




Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Out With The Old

My new couch was delivered today. My friend Sherri came over when the furniture was delivered.  We placed a "Free " sign  on my old  orange chairs. Sherri and I drank Champagne and toasted to my new couch.


They were placed on the tree lawn.  Someone came and picked them up shortly after that.

Sherri helped me arrange the furniture and style the space. 
I'm so happy with my new chairs.    The new look feels great. I love my new couches.







 I'm a very happy camper!







 

Comics


Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Happy Birthday Marilyn

On Saturday we attended a very special 70th birthday party for my childhood friend Marilyn. 



My friend Mary and I have known Marilyn since we were kids.  We attended Malabar elementary school, Belevedere Junior High and Roosevelt High school together.  Here we are at a Halloween slumber party when we were about 12 years old.

 

And here we are today at Marilyn's party 

 Wonderful to have such a long and loving friendship for over 60+ years. 



Marilyn with daughter Denise and son in law Chris


The party was held at Marilyn's daughter Denise and son in law Chris's  home.   


 
 Marilyn comes from a very large and close knit family.  Lots of family members in attendance spanning ages 95 years to newborns.

























 There was an artist who was drawing caricatures of all the guests.  That was a lot of fun!




 A great night of reminiscing with wonderful lifelong friends.


 
 Marilyn with her daughter Denise then and now
Marilyn, " Happy 70th Birthday"  to someone forever young and beautiful!



























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