I don’t think that you can get a better sense of the sort of meaning than from what is in every bookshop in this city… . Douglas Murry via Powerline
“Hey Missy!” Marica called out. “Misssyyyy!” “Yes, yes, Marica. What is it?” Missy asked as she ran into the den. “You’ll never believe this! You just won’t,” Marica said excitedly. “Ruff?” Rocky asked as he, too, trotted up to Marica’s desk. “What’s got you so excited, Marica?” Missy asked as she slid down on the
Hope your skies are clear and you’re getting your work done this morning. Grandma Moses, Otto Kallir, Harry N. Abrams, Inc. Publishers, New York, 1973.
“Marica?” Missy inquired looking up from her devise. “Yes, Missy?” Marica replied looking up from her laptop. “What’s up?” “rufffff,” Rocky grumbled. The last few morning walks had been exhilarating, but they’d caught up with him. He just wanted to get on with his morning nap. “Well, I see here that our favorite artist– excepting
As found at Claudia’s wonderful Sunday Evening Art Gallery. Stroll on over a take take in some more Degas!
The religious value of such a picture lies in its power to revive personal memories. Death is one of the most solemn realities in the world; it is the door by which one passes from the seen and temporal into the more immediate consciousness of things unseen and eternal. Commentary on Decent from the Cross
I look forward to Claudia’s Sunday Evening Art Gallery. Today’s is fabulous! Check it out (I’m looking at you, Daughter C & The J-Man).
Image from Wikiart as in the crappy old book, Grandma Moses ( Otto Kallir, Harry N. Abrams, Inc. Publishers, New York, 1973).
“Hey, Missy?” Marica asked as she approached Missy’s desk. “Sorry to interrupt, but do you have a minute?” “Sure, Marica,” Missy said slipping off her reading glasses and looking up. “I’m working on the final edits you suggested to my Epic Novel but I could use a break. What’s up?” Missy and Marica just looked
As Missy is wont to do, I’ve began last Sunday’s Travels in the middle of things. So let’s back up. First– thanks to Daughter C! Not only were the photos taken by her when she & the J-Man visited the Walter Anderson Museum of Art, but also she kindly supplied me with a lot of
In order to realize the beauty of man we must realize his connection to nature. Walter Inglis Anderson More coming soon– including The Little Room!
Some models are predicting snow for us. I don’t forecast snow, but what do I know? Grandma Moses’ work is a treasure. Link to works by, or about Anna Mary Robertson Moses at Internet Archive. Many can be “borrowed” (downloaded) for two weeks.
“Marica?” Missy slid off the bed, sauntered over to Marica’s desk and sat down on the floor. “Oh! Hey Missy,” Marica replied. “What’s up?” “Ruff?” wondered Rocky. “Well, Marica, we wondered why you are looking so pensive these last few minutes.” “I’m trying to think of a name for something,” Marica said sighing. “Ruff?” “Oh.
The days of the cave man have passed. Physical strength no longer gives prowess to the individual. What the twentieth century demands is the trained intellect. The man who knows is the man of the hour. The Standard Question Book and Home Study Outlines, The Frontier Press Company, Buffalo, New York. 1919. This is the
Daughter C gave my camera back to me. Complete with 188 images of Walter Anderson’s house in Ocean Springs, Mississippi! The print is “Landscape with Farmhouse” by Mondrain in Metropolitan Seminars in Art Portfolio 4: Abstraction, John Canaday, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, 1959. The various pieces of clutter are petrified wood that Daughter C
As found at WikiArt. Also in the crappy old book, Grandma Moses, Otto Kallir, (Harry N. Abrams, Inc. Publishers, New York, 1973) which lays open on the Big Book podium to [Humm. Something is amiss in the formatting. Sorry. I’ll work on it.]
by Daughter C.
Handmade by Daughter C
update: I forgot to mentin that Daughter C made this herself. From scratch. As in with paper & pens & pencils & paint & brushes.