It’s a habit of yours to walk slowly.
You hold a grudge for years.
With such heaviness, how can you be modest?
With such attachments, do you expect to arrive anywhere?
Be wide as the air to learn a secret.
Right now you’re equal portions clay
and water, thick mud.
Abraham learned how the sun and moon and the stars all set.
He said, No longer will I try to assign partners for God.
You are so weak. Give up to grace.
The ocean takes care of each wave
till it gets to shore.
You need more help than you know.
You’re trying to live your life in open scaffolding.
Say Bismillah, In the name God,
As the priest does with knife when he offers an animal.
Bismillah your old self
to find your real name.
Trouville, Beach Scene (1874)
Oil on wood panel
A group of elegantly dressed tourists relax on the beach at Trouville on the Normandy coast. Beach scenes such as this were commercially successful for Eugène Boudin. His attitude toward his subjects, however, appears to have been ambivalent. On one occasion, he even described such gatherings of tourists as a “frightful masquerade.” Boudin chose to paint his outdoor scenes on small wood panels, which were more suited to the windy conditions of the beach. Lighter canvases tended to bend with the strong breeze.
Interior with a Book, 1959
“Richard Diebenkorn worked in two styles-gestural realism, as in Interior with a Book, and complete abstraction, as in the Ocean Park Series.
In Interior with a Book, Diebenkorn integrates flat areas of color with more realistic passages suggesting three-dimensional space. The right two-thirds of the canvas present a landscape, sky and interior space in terms of an abstract pattern of horizontal bands of color. Perspective, or the illusion of receding space, is achieved through the intersection of these horizontals with the diagonal lines of the window frame. The careful placement of a chair, book and trees enhances this illusion of depth.
The empty chair and open book suggest the absence or eventual presence of a solitary figure, creating a mood of quiet anticipation.”
by Verda Bastian
April 27, 1909 (Age 12)
Vacation is almost here,
The happiest time of the year,
And children will play,
All the live long day.
The birds sing so sweet,
Flowers are growing at our feet,
And the cool April wind blows,
Where the little brook flows.
We’ll say farewell
To the dear old bell;
And as well to the gong;
And hope to sing the dear old song.
– Emily Bulcock (1923)
Midwinter clutches on the skirts of June-
And lays her blighting touch on bud and flower,
Her west winds, shrilling, play an eerie tune,
Like witches’ mirth, in wild, triumphant hour!
Grey grows the world – yet see on hill and slope,
As bright thoughts flash through dull grief-laden day,
The red poinsettia raise its flag of hope!
And sudden, Spring seems not so far away.
– National Poinsettia Day –