Showing posts with label 1952. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1952. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 4, 2025

Daily Painting

William Scott
MINING LANDSCAPE, SOMMERSET (1952)

Sunday, July 6, 2025

Playing

Gerry Mulligan-Chet Baker Quartet
THE ORIGINAL GERRY MULLIGAN-CHET BAKER QUARTET
COMPLETE RECORDINGS - MASTER TAKES

Friday, June 6, 2025

Daily Painting

Karel Appel
ORANGE NUDE (1952)

Friday, February 14, 2025

Watching

IF I DIE BEFORE I WAKE
[SI MUERO ANTES DE DESPERTAR]

Carlos Hugo Christensen
Argentina, 1952

Watching

NEVER OPEN THAT DOOR
[NO ABRAS NUNCA ESA PUERTA]

Carlos Hugo Christensen
Argentina, 1952


 

Thursday, January 30, 2025

Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Watching

THE WHITE REINDEER
[VALKOINEN PEURA]

Erik Blomberg
Finland, 1952




Tuesday, October 29, 2024

Daily Painting

Dr. Seuss
CAT IN OBSOLETE SHOWER BATH (1952)

Thursday, August 8, 2024

Daily Painting

Karel Appel
THE BLACK VIRGIN (1952)

Thursday, June 27, 2024


JORGE LUIS BORGES
"The South"

Dahlmann made himself comfortable near the window. Little by little, darkness was enveloping the countryside, but the smells and sounds of the plains still floated in through the thick iron grate at the window. The store-keeper brought him sardines and then roast meat; Dahlmann washed them down with more than one glass of red wine. Idly, he savored the harsh bouquet of the wine and let his gaze wander over the store, which by now had turned a little sleepy.

The kerosene lantern hung from one of the beams. There were three customers at the other table: two looked like laborers; the other, with coarse, Indian-like features, sat drinking with his wide-brimmed hat on. Dahlmann suddenly felt something lightly brush his face. Next to the tumbler of cloudy glass, on one of the stripes in the tablecloth, lay a little ball of wadded bread. That was all, but somebody had thrown it at him.

The drinkers at the other table seemed unaware of his presence. Dahlmann, puzzled, decided that nothing had happened, and he opened the volume of The Arabian Nights, as though to block out reality.

Another wad of bread hit him a few minutes later, and this time the laborers laughed. Dahlmann told himself he wasn't scared, but that it would be madness for him, a sick man, to be dragged by strangers into some chaotic bar fight. He made up his mind to leave; he was already on his feet when the storekeeper came over and urged him, his voice alarmed: "Sr. Dahlmann, ignore those boys over there— they're just feeling their oats."



Friday, April 12, 2024

Daily Painting

Corneille
INHABITANTS OF THE DESERT (1952)

Thursday, July 20, 2023


FLANNERY O'CONNOR
Wise Blood

“Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place. Nothing outside you can give you any place," he said. "You needn't look at the sky because it's not going to open up and show no place behind it. You needn't to search for any hole in the ground to look through into somewhere else. You can't go neither forwards nor backwards into your daddy's time nor your children's if you have them. In yourself right now is all the place you've got. If there was any Fall, look there, if there was any Redemption, look there, and if you expect any Judgment, look there, because they all three will have to be in your time and your body and where in your time and your body can they be?”