“
Art is the signature of civilizations.
”
⟶ Beverly Sills
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Thomas Cole is one of my favorite artists. His pieces are amazing examples of Romantic artwork, alongside being good examples of the Hudson School and his landscapes mainly being of New York State. When you look at the above quote, I think you can also see that signature of the early US reflected in Cole’s works. A sense of yearning for what was and what will be, an idealization of nature, and knowledge of where we were, where we came from, which is almost unparalleled by a lot of modern works. I am especially a large fan of his sets, most of which I will detail here.
My site, at the moment, may look bare bones, but I assure you it isn’t, you just gotta look at the old version of the site. I write about many things, but currently I’m mainly writing about art, media, biology, space, tech, philosophy, and many more.
I try to write an article a week, at least, but I tend to be on the busier side, so I’m not as able to.
I didn’t read too much last month, but I think what I read was decent enough, even though the majority was all of the same series.
Hello Summer, Goodbye
I got this book from someone giving it away and thought it would be like Hornblower and about nautical nonsense or something, but rather it turned out to be an interesting coming-of-age story. While it is, for the most part, relatively slow, I found it interesting that it was mainly written in a wistful, contemplative tone, which goes against the seemingly normal, not-too-introspective, but above-average intellectually, boy the story follows. I assumed it was Drove recounting the days he met his wife or something, but the actual twist at the end completely changed the book for me. The book gave me a book hangover comparable to when I finished The Mars Trilogy, which was around 15 times the length of the book (keep in mind I am referring to the magnitude of the impact, not the duration; the hangover from The Mars Trilogy lasted months). I really liked this book, and this is the only one here I would truly recommend (of course, I would recommend the others, but not on a literary pedestal, more on a narrative pedestal). It just conveys this sort of ineffable sense of sublimity and tragicness. Quite possibly another reason is that the cold really impacts people in this story (and forms a major plot point), and I read it when it was freezing, and my heating was partially broken.
This is a brief post, simply saying that I have revamped this site using Hugo, as before it was a PAIN IN THE ASS to transcribe ODF to HTML manually, but now, I can just do everything with one shell script, including uploading and everything just with a few clicks after writing, without the whole process, so I’ll probably actually end up writing more, but only one way to find out. My old site should still be accessible tho.
My old site is still viewable from the main navbar.