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Thursday, August 30, 2012

Frederic Remington - The Cowboy, Johannes Brahms - Hungarian Dance No. 1 in G minor, Emily Dickinson - Life IV

I recently bought an oversized book of paintings by Frederic Remington at a used book sale so he will be our next featured artist.  The following is a link to a site with a brief biography with page after page of his works.  Frederic Remington - The Complete Works  Or if you prefer wikipedia's biographical sketch - Wikipedia - Frederic Remington

Today we will look at his painting, "The Cowboy".  Remington painted the wild west and his paintings often include horses.  They are full of life and action.  Also note the color scheme in this painting.  Notice how the blue sky and yellow landscape set off the action of the red horse in the center of the painting.  Also the feeling of bright sunshine by the light, bright yellow contrasted with the almost black shadow under the horse.


The Cowboy by Frederic Remington
 Today's piece of music by Johannes Brahms is Hungarian Dance No. 1 in G minor.  Johannes Brahms - Hungarian Dance No. 1 in G minor
If you want to listen to an excerpt of an old recording of Brahms playing it himself you can listen here - Brahms playing Hungarian Dance No. 1   It is not a good recording but you might find it interesting.  Also there is an article about Brahms making this phonograph recording here (choose resource articles)

Our poem by Emily Dickinson this week


’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so        5
This side the victory!
  
Life is but life, and death but death!
Bliss is but bliss, and breath but breath!
And if, indeed, I fail,
At least to know the worst is sweet.        10
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No drearier can prevail!
  
And if I gain,—oh, gun at sea,
Oh, bells that in the steeples be,
At first repeat it slow!        15
For heaven is a different thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o’erwhelm me so!