“The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project.”
― Simone de Beauvoir
PS: My “situation” has a penchant for grasping more and more of the world in different and divergent sporting circumstances: cycling, skating, skiing, etc. Sketching over one’s limits melts the stresses of fitting an imperfect representation of perfect living.
Art by Evyn Fong.
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“Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.”
― Mary Oliver
“Sunset in a Winter Forest” – Julius von Klever, 1904
Julius Sergius von Klever (January 31, 1850 – December 24, 1924) was a Baltic German landscape painter.
“For among these winters there is one so endlessly winter that only by wintering through it will your heart survive.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke
Hasui Kawase (1883-1957) – Tennoji Temple in Osaka
“My old grandmother always used to say, Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
Art – Walking through the Village by Chris Dunn
“Don’t walk in front of me… I may not follow
Don’t walk behind me… I may not lead
Walk beside me… just be my friend”
– Albert Camus
Art – Jessie Arms Botke (American, 1883–1971)
“If you are protected from dark things then you have no protection of, knowledge of, or understanding of dark things when they show up.” – Neil Gaiman
Artist: Shiro Kasamatsu
“October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Art – November, 1876 by Fidelia Bridges
“Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.”
― Truman Capote
Art – Paul Hoecker – Last Rays of the Sun, 1900
“He suddenly recalled from Plato’s Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Art – Sir Claude Francis Barry, Over the horizon – a Jersey nocturne
