The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

This Week's Sargent #3

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Daughters of Edward Darley Boit (1882)

2 comments :

Rob said...

One of his better uses of chiaruscuro, with his typical eye for the beauty that children can make even of ordinary things. And don't you love that bolt of red that both draws and repels the eye, forcing one to look into the littlest girl's eyes to avoid gazing deeply into the shadows. Lovely painting in many ways.

BCNU

kittman said...

A little aside: None of Bolts daughters married. Significance of statement=nothing, just a little art trivia.