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The Hundred Years War: A Short Presentation and Handout

19 Mar

This is the helpful handout I passed around. Helps keep things clear(ish)HundredYears War Handout 2.

Mark Twain & the Notorious Jumping Frog of Calaveras County

19 Mar

Art I Love – “Los Angeles 1925”

18 Mar

“Los Angeles 1925” by Leonidafremov

A Modest Proposal

17 Mar

Don’t forget the footnotes; those are sometimes the best part!

After reading this, in case you are feeling somewhat hysterical and preparing to march upon Ireland immediately, please read the end notation:

“For Preventing the Children of Poor People
in Ireland, from Being a Burden on Their Parents
or Country, and for Making Them
Beneficial to the Public” Continue reading

Art I Love – “Come to Life”

15 Mar

“Come to Life” by JonLock

Jackson Pollock

14 Mar

As you know from my previous article, the art world is abuzz with the unveiling of the newly restored Pollock “Mural” — the great “pillar of American art.”  Although I have studied art, I was actually unfamiliar with Pollock’s work until I entered the University of Iowa who owns the Mural.   Admittedly, I am not a large follower of the Abstract movement, but the debate over his work s fascinating.

His parents were from Iowa (hence the fortuitous circumstance of his great art returning here), but Jackson Pollock (first name Paul), was born in 1912, two years before WWI,  in a small town in Wyoming.  He would move around the western states as a child, and it was during that time that he became familiar with the Native American culture on travels with his father; a fact that you can still see expressed in his art.  

Another great influence upon his style was his tutoring from Thomas Hart Benton, part of the famous “Regionalist Triumvirate” of three artists who abandoned city life and preferred painting modern works of rural life.  

“Poker Night” by Benton

But while Pollock liked the brighter colors and strong impression of this type of art, he was not enticed by rural subjects. In fact, he would abandon any sense of “Realism” to his work at all.  With the beginning of his style set in place, Pollock moved on during the Great Depression to work with the Federal Arts Project, part of Roosevelt’s New Deal.  They employed jobless-artists to create works for government institutions–as a results many of them still hang in those buildings today.  Because the program was less interested in the type of art, and more interested in employing artists regardless, it was a great sounding board for many artists of the, at that time, less popular modern abstract art.  Pollock was one of those artists who benefited from the new audience.    

During the Great Depression, Pollock began struggling with alcohol, and he would undergo treatment under a Jungian Psychologist. While I am hardly a psychologist, I understand that they emphasized the need to understand oneself completely before one could then work with society.  One of the ways Pollock tried to familiarize himself with his personality, goals, life, etc. was through art. According to textbooks, this concept of putting oneself into the work (a type of new self-portrait) was characteristic of his later works.  Honestly, I have never particularly been able to see that in his works, but then I don’t really get abstract art anyway.  What I can attest to is that his emotion’s come across–and a scattered mess they were too.

Shortly after leaving the Federal Art Program, Pollock was hired by Peggy Guggenheim, a famous supporter of the arts, to create his famous Mural for her home. The piece stands at 8 feet tall and is a major accomplishment.  Interestingly enough, unlike many other muralists of the time, Pollock created this one on canvas because they wanted it to be portable. Usually, they were placed on the walls themselves.   This is the work that launched him into the world of history-changing artists. 

It was during the 1930s and 1940s that Pollock improved upon his signature tool–drip painting.  First introduced to the concept of using liquid paint instead of powders in 1936 by another muralist, Pollock soon adopted it as his preferred method.  Most of his work would feature this style beginning in the early 1940s.   He used alkyd enamels (such as the paints used for home walls), which was highly unusual at the time.  He then took sticks, syringes, large stiff brushes, etc.  and would pour or drip the paint over the canvas. Are you familiar with any of those 70’s movie where they start flinging paint in stripes across the canvas? That’s his style.

His great contribution to the art movement, other than the drip style of painting, was that he moved away from the traditional tools of the trade. Instead of easels, he would set the canvas up against a wall or work off of the floor. He used different objects to paint with instead of normal paint brushes.  Instead of smooth deliberate strokes, he would fling his body into moving the paint out.  His concept was that the paint came from his soul, moving from his body straight into the work. It’s all about emotions and the expression of them.  He felt that he was putting himself down on paper (remember the Jungian influence).  

While his greatest works were made in the drip style from 1947-1950, but the stress of maintaining his title as “Greatest artist in the US” started getting to him. He abandoned the drip styles in 1951, and began working with dark colors and canvases. He would later return to colors, but something changed during that time. If his art expressed himself, then he had a dark and depressing turn.  He never came back to the “Drip” works; instead moving on to sculpting until his death in 1956 in a car accident while he was under the influence.  Also killed in the accident was Edith Metzger, a close friend; however, his mistress, Ruth Klingman, another famous artist survived.

Pollock’s work has sparked decades of debate and conflict. Some believe he was the greatest artist of all time–that he captured not a painting per se, but the “Act of painting.”  Kind of like an action shot in a photograph, many claim that his art was the realization of the movement of painting.  That does seem to be how Pollock viewed it.  I rather think it was something like when I play the piano on bad days–I love to bang and pound away, regardless of whether the keys are in the right order or whether it is recognizable by the end. It is the process of playing, pounding on those keys, that soothes my soul.  When I look at Pollock’s work, I think perhaps that is what he was doing–flinging and blazing a mark across the canvas, not for the end results but for the act of flinging and blazing.  Personally, I don’t really like the end results; there is little of beauty or meaning in it to me. But I know that it meant something to him, and with art like this, that is what really matters.

Regardless of whether or not you approve, he did change art forever by encouraging the rise of Abstract Expressionism.

Art I Love: “Bagan”

11 Mar

“Bagan” from AndyMumford

Annabel Lee

10 Mar

I wanted my Poetry students to see how Poetry is supposed to sound–not as flat words read off a page, but with the emotions of the author. There are alternative theories as to the identity of Annabel Lee, but this is the more common belief, and the one I personally subscribe to.

Music: Felipe Sarro (Bach, Orchestral Suite 3)

Please let the following artists know if you liked their pictures!
Art (in Order):
“Sandcastles” by SloppyGee
“Kingdom” by BobKehl
“Annabel Lee” by PrincessJesus
“Annabel Lee” by Lockjaw
“Annabel Lee” by CanoeGuru
“Blowing Wind” by Pinkflamingo61
“Annabel Lee” by Shane Gallagher
“Ocean Lovers” Wallpaper
“Stay” Wallpaper
“The Nightmare” by John Fuseli
“Annabel Lee” by Skyred1409
“Annabel Lee” by Anne Bachelier
“Eyes” by NightDV
“Annabel Lee” by RavenxCorpse
“Killing my Annabel Lee” by Snow Valkyrie
“Annabel Lee” by MariNa
“Virginia Poe” Painting (after her death 1847)
“The Raven” by Dante Gabriel Rosetti
“Annabel Lee” by MirellaBlack
Valentine for Edgar from Virginia

“East of the Sun & West of the Moon”

9 Mar

Based upon the story of Cupid & Psyche, this wintery legend has been around for centuries. . . A Beautiful Tale, it suits the season 🙂  I got this particular version from Andrew Lang’s “The Blue Fairy Book” (1965)

“The Polar Bear King” by Hurricane Kerrie

“EAST OF THE SUN AND WEST OF THE MOON”

aka THE POLAR BEAR KING

Once upon a time there was a poor husbandman who had many children and little to give them in the way either of food or clothing. They were all pretty, but the prettiest of all was the youngest daughter, who was so beautiful that there were no bounds to her beauty.

So once–it was late on a Thursday evening in autumn, and wild weather outside, terribly dark, and raining so heavily and blowing so hard that the walls of the cottage shook again–they were all sitting together by the fireside, each of them busy with something or other, when suddenly some one rapped three times against the window- pane. The man went out to see what could be the matter, and when he got out there stood a great big white bear.

“Good-evening to you,” said the White Bear.

“Good-evening,” said the man.

“Will you give me your youngest daughter?” said the White Bear; “if you will, you shall be as rich as you are now poor.

Truly the man would have had no objection to be rich, but he thought to himself: “I must first ask my daughter about this,” so he went in and told them that there was a great white bear outside who had faithfully promised to make them all rich if he might but have the youngest daughter.

She said no, and would not hear of it; so the man went out again, and settled with the White Bear that he should come again next Thursday evening, and get her answer. Then the man persuaded her, and talked so much to her about the wealth that they would have, and what a good thing it would be for herself, that at last she made up her mind to go, and washed and mended all her rags, made herself as smart as she could, and held herself in readiness to set out. Little enough had she to take away with her.

Next Thursday evening the White Bear came to fetch her. She seated herself on his back with her bundle, and thus they departed. When they had gone a great part of the way, the White Bear said: “Are you afraid?” Continue reading

Art I Love – “Maria”

8 Mar

“Maria” by PhoenixLu