A woodman came into a forest to ask the trees to give him a handle for his axe. It seemed so modest a request that the principal trees at once agreed to it, and it was settled among them that a plain, homely ash tree should furnish what was wanted.
No sooner had the woodman fitted the wood to his purpose, than he began laying about him on all sides, felling the noblest trees in the wood. The oak, now seeing the whole matter too late, whispered to the cedar, “The first concession has lost all. If we had not sacrificed our humble neighbor, we might have yet stood for ages ourselves.”
Aesop, from The Trees and the Axe
“The New Year is a painting not yet painted; a path not yet stepped on; a wing not yet taken off! Things haven’t happened as yet! Before the clock strikes twelve, remember that you are blessed with the ability to reshape your life!”
— Mehmet Murat ildan, Turkish, writer
Image: Elisabeth Louise Vigée Le Brun (French, 1755–1842), self portrait
As a birthday gift to myself I’m taking a blog-free holiday for the remainder of 2019. Wishing you all the best of the rest of this year and depart singing along to this tuneful reminder:
“You never go to night clubs and
You just don’t care to dance
You don’t have time for silly things
Like moonlight and romance
You only think of dollar bills
Tied neatly in a stack
But when you kiss a dollar bill,
It doesn’t kiss you back”
Song quotes from “Enjoy Yourself“, 1949. Recorded by Guy Lombardo and Louis Prima
Music written by Carl Sigman and lyrics by Herb Magidson.
Enjoy Yourself, (It’s Later Than You Think)
You work and work
For years and years
You’re always on the go
You never take the minute off
Too busy making dough
Someday you’ll say
You’ll have your fun
When you’re a millionaire
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“I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos.
The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.”
―The Painted Veil, 1925
“Leonardo’s great accomplishment was that he erased the distinctions between art and ideas, putting a positive, endgame value on long-term exploring over short-term arriving”
, art critic for the New York Times. Thoughts about the Louvre retrospective of Leonardo da Vinci and honoring the 500th anniversary of his death.
PARIS — To judge by the marketing hullabaloo, the Leonardo da Vinci retrospective that opens here Thursday at the Louvre should be the visual equivalent of a 21-gun salute and a trumpet-and-trombone choir. Blockbuster’s plastered all over it, and rightly so. Timed-ticket sales for its one-stop run are moving right along.
But the marvelous show you actually see, honoring the 500th anniversary of Leonardo’s death, is, tonally, some other thing: quieter, slower, better. It’s a succession of major painterly melodies set among ink-drawn pre-echoes and reverbs. It’s a confluence of presences and absences — art that’s there and some…
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“Songwriting is about getting the demon out of me. It’s like being possessed. You try to go to sleep, but the song won’t let you.
So you have to get up and make it something, and then you’re allowed to sleep. So letting go is what the whole game is.
Every time you try to put your finger on it, it slips away.”
– John Lennon, songwriter, singer, composer, writer, musician
“Labour to keep alive in your Breast that Little Spark of Celestial fire Called Conscience.”
From Amor Towles “Rules of Civility” (The appendix: The Young George Washington’s Rules of Civility & Decent Behavior in Company and Conversation: Rule 110), Book quotes
Featured Image: Erzsébet Vehofsics
“A man who works with his hands is a laborer;
a man who works with his hands and his mind is a craftsman;
but a man who works with his hands and his brain and his heart is an artist.”
Louis Nizer, lawyer, author
Featured image: Painter Eloy Morales – Self Portrait (a work in progress)
“Art is the funnel,
as it were,
through which spirit is poured into life.”