“On Vision and Contemplation”

An Excerpt from “MEMORIES OF STAROBIELSK ESSAYS BETWEEN ART AND HISTORY” by Józef Czapski, translated from the Polish by Alissa Valles, introduction by Irena Grudzińska Gross “We paint only one percent of contemplation.” —CYPRIAN NORWID What is vision? A certain synthetic, singular way of looking at the surrounding world. A moment of such vision always…

Some days are all about colour

“I’m not telling you to make the world better, because I don’t think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I’m just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To…

profound distraction

“All profound distraction opens certain doors. You have to allow yourself to be distracted when you are unable to concentrate.” — Julio Cortazar BODEN, WAND, ECKE, RAUM (1970) – Centre Pompidou, MNAM-CCI (diffusion RMN) © Klaus Rinke

A week in St Ives

I’m in St. Ives as a student. Working with my own art and studying masters. St. Ives has historically been a very important place for many artists — my favorites amongst them being Virginia Woolf & Barbara Hepworth. There is a Tate Museum here. An there is the wonderful Barbara Hepworth Museum and Sculpture Garden…

the fact that –

As if struggling my way through more than 900 pages of William H Gass’ isn’t already too much … Yesterday I had a quick glance at Lucy Ellmann’s Ducks, Newburyport (a 1,000 page novel, more or less one-sentence stream of consciousness, told from inside the mind of an Ohio mother as she worries about everything…

Darkness at Noon

Noon Hour BY PEGGY TROJAN Unless hot lunch at schoolwas serving something speciallike corn chowderand baking powder biscuitsor creamed chipped beefpotatoes and browniesI went hometo what mymother madelike most town kids Jack walked the furthestalmost to the riverto his unpainted houseby the railroad tracksWe all knew nobody was therehis mom at the tavern alreadyHe always…

There is a crack in everything

Peter Clothier: For many years I counted myself among those who reject the notion of art as a potential source of healing. I saw both the practice and the appreciation of art as a largely formal and intellectual exercise: a game of the mind, a game capable of infinite richness, perhaps, but nonetheless a game….

Passing Through

A short story of excellence, dedication and perseverance & of the joy and importance of meaning-making: Ted Kooser (1939) was the 13th Poet Laureate of the United States and received the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 2005.