“Art is the funnel, as it were, through which spirit is poured into life.”

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“Art is the funnel,
as it were,
through which spirit is poured into life.”

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Thomas Mann

Featured photo: Douglas Moorezart


“We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race… poetry, beauty, romance, love… these are what we stay alive for.” 

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. So medicine, law, business, engineering… these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love… these are what we stay alive for.”

 

― Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass


 

“People have a hard time with this feeling of impermanence, of doing something that seems like it has no real purpose – which really is all art on some level.”

“People have a hard time with this feeling of impermanence, of doing something that seems like it has no real purpose –
which really is all art on some level.”

 

“But I am fully bought into the idea that there’s a much bigger thing occurring and the art plays a much bigger role than humanity, or at least our society, gives it credit for.”

 

Andres Amador, land artist

 

“Beware the barrenness of a busy life.”

Engraving by P. Pontius, 1638

“Beware the barrenness of a busy life.”

– Socrates

 

Photo: kumoma lab

 

“The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.”

The story behind my painting “The Christmas Bridge”

A few years ago we had a unexpected snow storm on Christmas Eve.

Two weeks in the making, we had already sent invitations in advance to a host of our closest friends.  “Join us for a very special Christmas dinner!” we promised.

The storm as it turned was insurmountable and dangerous and so it became impossible for our friends to reach us.

And so we sat, the two of us, with a king’s ransom of dinner, lights, music, desserts and unopened gifts – feeling, well a bit empty. Our special evening didn’t seem quite so, well, special.

We sat, eggnogs calming, candles burning, the blue twilight casting something magical across the little bridge out the front window.


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The Christmas Bridge (a painting, PRINTS Here) – Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2016, all rights reserved

Nothing had changed really. The bridge into our house stood steadfast, waiting for our guests to arrive, not seeming concerned about the turn of events in the slightest. And it would, it promised, continue waiting each and every day. That was its purpose, its reason for being after all.


The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.

― Eric Hoffer


That evening we agreed that this small unassuming bridge represented, to us, friendship. Friendship which remains true whatever challenges come along.

I wish for each and every one of you (who have so kindly blessed me with your comments and visits) successful arithmetic this season. That you can find blessings to count. Perhaps even some that at first don’t seem especially so.

— Douglas

Goodbye until 2019: “The artist, busy and unsettled, can find a moment’s peace… by quietly attuning to a red sky, a gray sky, a black sky, a blue sky.”

Hello friends,

I will be out of communication an unknown period of time. Due to tinderbox conditions and high winds throughout southern California all power in this part of the county has been turned off to help avoid more fires starting.

I will be taking a blogging break through the end of this year as the threat of fire is now an ever-present reality.  All that is ours is under the danger of perishing with slim to no warning.

Happy Thanksgiving and a Merry Xmas to those who kindly visit and share with me these last several years!

Douglas


The artist, busy and unsettled, can find a moment’s peace – and even whole-being rejuvenation – by quietly attuning to a red sky, a gray sky, a black sky, a blue sky.

Eric Maisel

“I have to be alone very often…”

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Apart – Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2016, all rights reserved

“I have to be alone very often.
I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night
until Monday morning alone in my apartment.
That’s how I refuel.”

Audrey Hepburn