cf. John Sapiro, Wedge Of Cheese (2018) and Edward Hopper, Nighthawks (detail) (1942)
I recently discovered, quite by accident, that I can draw a wedge of cheese.
cf. Harry Wayne McMahan, “The Television Commercial” (1954)
cf. image from “St. Nicholas book of plays & operettas” (1900)
From “American Cookery” (1914)
Scene: Morning-room at the Manor House.
[Gwendolen and Cecily are at the window, looking out into the garden.]
Gwendolen: The fact that they did not follow us at once into the house, as any one else would have done, seems to me to show that they have some sense of shame left.
Cecily: They have been eating muffins. That looks like repentance.
—Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest
cf. image from page 206 of “La Lecture” (edited) (1887)
Those eyes I tried to capture
They are lost to me now forever
They smile for someone else
And so this had to be painted from memory…
cf. John Singer Sargent, Firelight (edited and animated) (ca. 1875)
cf. Tom Keogh, illustration for “Fall’s Multi-Message” (edited and animated) (New York Magazine, 1968)
cf. Albertus H. Baldwin, Man Sitting on a Boat and Khürt Williams, Rodanthe Pier
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
cf. Peggy Prentice, One spring day (1923)
cf. Samuel Worcester Rowse, Portrait of a Young Woman (animated)
cf. Illustrations by Robert Weaver within Gail Sheehy, “The Tunnel Inspector And the Belle of the Bar Car”, New York Magazine (1968)
cf. Ralph O. Yardley, Seeing Halley’s Comet–The chance of a lifetime (1910)
Anonymous (After Guido Reni?), “A man holding a book, about to write in it, looking upwards to the left, after Reni?” (17th century)
A young writer is tempted…to be guided by the known, the admired and the currently accepted, as he hears a voice whisper within himself, “Nobody would be interested in this feeling I have, this unimportant action – therefore it must be peculiar to me, it must not be universal nor generally interesting nor even right.” But…some other voice in that crossroads makes him write down those apparently exceptional and unimportant things and that and nothing else is his style, his personality – eventually his whole self as an artist. What he has thought to throw away…was the saving grace vouchsafed him.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, letter to Morton Kroll, August 3, 1939
To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, — that is genius. Speak your latent conviction, and it shall be the universal sense; for the inmost in due time becomes the outmost,—— and our first thought is rendered back to us by the trumpets of the Last Judgment. Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each, the highest merit we ascribe to Moses, Plato, and Milton is that they set at naught books and traditions and spoke not what men but what they thought. A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side. Else, tomorrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance
Left: Georgia O’Keeffe – Hands and Thimble, Alfred Stieglitz (1919)
Right: Drawing Hands, M.C. Escher (1948)