Roksolana Lishchynska‎Modern Art 20th Century. Conversation starter · Follow · 23 hrs · Felix Heuberger (Austrian, 1888 - 1968) In the moonlight(Im Mondenschein), 1930.

Roksolana Lishchynska‎Modern Art 20th Century. Heuberger (Austrian, 1888 – 1968)                     “In the moonlight”(Im Mondenschein), 1930.jpg

Those things which stop us on the way to the other side of the page, to the next scene. Those things touch something within. There is something in this that is nameless and timeless. I would have a most difficult time trying to describe it. It is both cold and warm, and it keeps the eyes and heart lingering on what it captures. It is of a moon and water and trees and some ground. That is all. But that is not all there is.

Pause a while and dwell with me.

About The Chase

The name Jaguar originated from the Native American word ‘Yajuar’ meaning “He who kills with one leap”. Unlike many other big cats, Jaguars are extremely good swimmers 🐆
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I’d think that a creature on the run from a jaguar or a leopard or a cheetah had best know which one is after them. I doubt that I need to, but you never know. Quickly put, the above animal did not look like a jaguar to me, so I had to look up the differences. Turns out I was wrong. Apparently this is indeed one, given the rosette-like black spots on its body, the large thick head, and the deep dive. I also learned things about all of these cats.

For one thing, a dot by any other name is not a dot. Or at least the same-type dot. Jags have the open rosette dot, or the closed solid black, or the varied with several other dots in the middle, and they do not have to be the same throughout the coat. Looks like this guy is a match. Oh, and he can climb, crawl, and swim just like a leopard. You’re not going to be able to run and climb a tree or go under something or even swim away. Not a chance.

But there is one saving grace about the jaguar. He’s found in the Western Hemisphere, usually in South or Central America. So if you’re in Africa, you needn’t worry about the jaguar threat. You do however have to be careful about leopards and cheetahs. And just so you know, they’re not the triathlon threat that the Jaguar is, but you still might not be able to outrun them. You’ll just have to know which is best: climb a tree or dive in a river.

Oh, but if you’re driving through Mexico and someone says, “Hey, look there! It’s a cheetah!” You can smugly say, “Ah, no it’s not. It’s a jaguar.”




Egon Again

Today, 100 years ago, Egon Schiele died at the age of 28, three days after his wife Edith. Both were struck by the Spanish flu in the autumn of 1918. Edith was six months pregnant with their first child. In 1915 Schiele made this fragile portrait of his wife.

Arno Landewers‎20:21 century art & architecture Follow · 10 hrs · Egon Schiele, Portrait of Edith, 1915, collection Gemeentemuseum Den Haag.

Egon Schiele, Portrait of Edith, 1915

Arno Landewers‎ 20/21 century art & architecture post· Egon Schiele, Portrait of Edith, 1915, collection Gemeentemuseum Den Haag.

Imagine. Dying at 28 years old. Watching your beloved wife and unborn child die before you. It was the great epidemic of Spanish Flu, in 1918. What losses were suffered, what pain was endured. To people surrounded by it, it was the end of days. So many times it has felt like the end of days, yet art and music go on.






Rumblings & Grumblings

Reading the New Yorker, you will find an article written by  on October 28, 2018. The article is about Lucetta Scaraffia, the lovely lady we see below and her campaign to have women play a larger role in the Catholic Church. She believes this can happen, and that it can be accomplished from within the Church. There are, in fact, many roles that could be filled by women, not the least of which is that of a Cardinal.

Cardinals, in any case, need not be called by God—only man. “Cardinals are an invention of the Church, to govern itself,” Massimo Faggioli, a professor of theology at Villanova said. So it is that Catholic theology does not mandate that cardinals be ordained.  Theologically speaking, laypeople, including laywomen, can be cardinals. This is how we got the Medici boys as Cardinals and how they (then with voting power) got to elect a Medici papa as Pope. (Think Borgia. Think The Godfather.) It wasn’t until 1917 that the Holy See changed canon law, restricting the cardinalate to the ordained.

Lucetta Scaraffia, posted by the New Yorker

Lucetta Scaraffia Is Trying to Fight Catholic Patriarchy from the Inside

Scaraffia and others are pointing out the differences between actual Church doctrine and Cannon Law. And there are many arguments that ensue around the purpose, intent, and traditions of the Church, not just about what can be done—but what can change—what should change. Yes, this in a Church that is run by men, and men alone in places of authority where women (nuns) are kept in subservient roles and are used to cook and clean for the men. The women serve and the men dictate everything from behavior to law.

I am impressed by the number of women, the newsletters, and the activism. The movement is strong and viable. The goals and hope and logic seem impermeable.

But the changes they covet will not happen.

The Church is run by men.

I have come to believe that women can only truly infiltrate the world of men in politics, in religion, in corporations, when women do not ask of men, but form themselves, and give themselves permission. Why aren’t women dictating? Why aren’t women forming their own enclaves? (Enclave, by the way, is a feminine noun.) Why don’t we say if and when men can join us?

Women have to acquiesce in order to be subjugated. It is women who allow men to rule. There are too many women who are afraid of power, because with it comes great responsibility.

So. In the meantime, the Church will be infiltrated by women who will influence, and maybe change, the Church from within. I just won’t see it in my lifetime.



Paweł Łydka‎Modern Art 20th Century. 3 mins · Roman Zakrzewski oil on canvas 1985 Her portrait 50x70

Paweł ŁydkaModern Art 20th Century.

Roman Zakrzewski oil on canvas 1985
Her portrait 50×70

Sometimes a struggle is captured in a single painting. Or photograph, or sketch… And this is one I’ve immediately identified with. It’s a representation of where I’ve been these past few days as I’ve struggled to stay awake, or get out of bed. Or stay focused. Or write a few words, or wonder why I can’t have a magic pill that would allow me to overcome whatever it is I need to overcome. This is what I look like today, purely as an abstraction as I’m not that thin. You can see the depth of despair that you know will always linger within even though there is a bit of hope or signs of life that have surfaced—not entirely, mind you—yet skimming the face, eyes, lips. Maybe the eyebrows perched into a worrisome frame. It’s not clear to me what the worry is contemplating or considering. Maybe nothing at present—perhaps a comment on the state of being. And then again sometimes it is difficult to tell the difference between a comment and a reflection.

I looked up Roman having not heard of him before seeing this painting. That effort has rendered the painting yet more of an enigma, as Zakrzewski is a man and his primary focus was painting this singular woman. Not a “Her portrait…” as indicated on the post. Not much more information is given as entries are in Polish and one of the signatures of the particular struggle I seem closed within is laziness. Translations are often a mouse click too far. (Not a bridge at all.)

And so here we are left once again, with the waaaayyyyy things are.




The Ordinary, The Daily, The Mundane

Of cats and literacy

At last I looked up ineffable and found it to be not at all what I had made-up for meaning. When I was much younger I was also much lazier. I also read books ahead of my abilities. Or some of them at least. Meaning became context coupled with then-current knowledge, not learning. (Although there were many areas of learning, of course.) There also was no omnipresence of computers. I used the library and dreamed of one day owning the OED. Within that labyrinth of childhood I thought ineffable meant inevitable, unavoidable, inescapable. It doesn’t. It means something much better in that it is: too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words. Not only better but much more usable, yes?

I spent the morning looking at cat rescue places with cat photos. I found I only favored those cats which looked like Squeek. Perhaps I am not ready. Besides, did I not say I would not get another cat? I believe I did. Did anyone hear me? Besides 2, did I not say cats scratch furniture? Zeus, not Squeek. Did I not say that some cats pee outside of litter boxes? Squeek, not Zeus.  What about a pet rat? I ask myself. They are not long lived, I say. Let’s not line up the heartbreaks.

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So I shall take myself off to the cafe where I look like this woman only with a book and a moleskine on the table.