Vivian Maier – Street Photographer
June 25, 2011 2 Comments
You have to check out this extraordinary street photographer Vivian Maier
– a nanny with a Rolflex camera.
The Junction of Loneliness
April 2, 2011 Leave a comment
Bright Light at Russell’s Corners (1946) by George Ault (1891-1948): elements of disquiet within meticulous order. The Poetry of Darkness.
The personal life of American painter George Ault was overwhelmed with tragedy: the suicide of his brother Harold in 1915, the death of his mother in a mental hospital in 1920, the death of his father in 1929, the loss of family fortune in the stock market crash, also 1929, and the suicides of his two remaining brothers soon after.
John Ruggles, Ault’s friend, once recalled that Ault “painted to make order out of chaos.”
Woodstock, New York. 1949. The hard-drinking Ault was dark, melancholy and brooding. He saw himself as fiercely independent, setting himself apart from other artists.
His paintings evoke mystery, darkness, smallness, quiet. And, loneliness.
Of his later paintings, such as January, Full Moon; Black Night; August Night; and Bright Light at Russell’s Corners (pictured), The New York Times once wrote:
“The setting is the same in each case—a solitary streetlight, the same bend in the road, the same collection of barns and sheds—but seen from different vantage points. In them, Ault has summoned up the poetry of darkness in an unforgettable way—the implacable solitude and strangeness that night bestows upon once-familiar forms and places.”
From this article.
Chicago’s Imagists
February 5, 2011 Leave a comment
Chicagoan Ed Paschke.
Ed Paschke, Pink Lady 1970
Banjo Man
Imagist and a member of the Hairy Who, Jim Nutt is currently exhibiting at Chicago’s MCA
Jim Nutt, Twixt
William H. Johnson
December 17, 2010 Leave a comment
Mount Calvary by Wiiliam H. Johson, 1944
(The bright coloring used in the painting reveals the promise of the resurrection.)
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Holy Sonnet XI: Spit In My Face You Jews, And Pierce My Side by John Donne
Spit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side,
Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me,
For I have sinned, and sinned, and only he
Who could do no iniquity hath died:
But by my death can not be satisfied
My sins, which pass the Jews’ impiety:
They killed once an inglorious man, but I
Crucify him daily, being now glorified.
Oh let me, then, his strange love still admire:
Kings pardon, but he bore our punishment.
And Jacob came clothed in vile harsh attire
But to supplant, and with gainful intent:
God clothed himself in vile man’s flesh, that so
He might be weak enough to suffer woe.
Myth Born as Fact
December 15, 2010 Leave a comment
“The heart of Christianity is a myth which is also a fact. The old myth of the Dying God, without ceasing to be myth, comes down from the heaven of legend and imagination to the earth of history. It happens — at a particular date, in a particular place, followed by definable historical consequences. We pass from a Balder or an Osiris, dying nobody knows when or where, to a historical Person crucified (it is all in order) under Pontius Pilate. By becoming fact it does not cease to be myth: that is the miracle.”
From:
Myth became fact, essay published in God in the Dock: Essays on Theology and Ethics, C. S. Lewis
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Art by Carol Bomer
UNTIL SHILOH COMES (36″ X 36″ giclee on canvas)
Gustave Doré – Inferno
November 11, 2010
The following video is of Mario Bergner, a former homosexual, who left the lifestyle and became a husband, a father and an Anglican priest. He is founder of Redeemed Lives.
Cindy Wity 
