The Hammock Papers: Mackintosh

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20 June 2023

Reversal.

Mackintosh, Part Seen, Part Imagined, 1896

Some evidence seems to exist that an idea prevailed that in the fairy sphere there is a reversal of the seasons, our winter being their summer. Some such belief seems to have been known to Robert Kirk, for he tells us that "when we have plenty they [the fairies] have scarcity at their homes." In respect of the Irish fairies they seem to have changed their residences twice a year: in May, when the ancient Irish "flitted" from their winter houses to summer pastures, and in November, when they quitted these temporary quarters.

Lewis Spence, from British Fairy Origins

11 June 2023

Hope.

Mackintosh, Anemone and Pasque, 1915

There is hope in honest error; none in the icy perfections of the mere stylist.

Charles Rennie Mackintosh

07 June 2022

Hope.

Happy Birthday, Mackintosh

Mackintosh, Queen's Cross Church, Maryhill, Glasgow, Scotland, 1899

Art is the Flower - Life is the Green Leaf. Let every artist strive to make his flower a beautiful living thing, something that will convince the world that there may be, there are, things more precious more beautiful - more lasting than life itself. You must offer the flowers of the art that is in you - the symbols of all that is noble - and beautiful - and inspiring - flowers that will often change a colourless leaf - into an established and thoughtful thing.

Charles Rennie Mackintosh, born on this day in 1868

07 June 2021

Alone.

Mackintosh, The House for an Art Lover, Ranunculus Window, 1901

You must be independent, independent, independent - don't talk so much but do more - go your own way and let your neighbour go his. Shake off all the props - the props tradition and authority give you - and go alone - crawl - stumble - stagger - but go alone.

Charles Rennie Mackintosh

Happy Birthday, Mackintosh

Charles Rennie Mackintosh was born on this day in 1868.

You must offer the flowers of the art that is in you - the symbols of all that is noble - and beautiful - and inspiring - flowers that will often change a colourless leaf - into an established and thoughtful thing. Art is the Flower - Life is the Green Leaf. Let every artist strive to make his flower a beautiful living thing, something that will convince the world that there may be, there are, things more precious more beautiful - more lasting than life itself.

Charles Rennie Mackintosh

The Glasgow School of Art ... (my kingdom for smell-a-vision)

27 June 2020

Tulips.

Mackintosh, White Tulips, 1905

14 June 2020

Hope.

There is hope in honest error, none in the icy perfection of the mere stylist.

Charles Rennie Mackintosh

07 June 2020

Happy Birthday, Mackintosh

Mackintosh, Glasgow School of Art, 1909

Charles Rennie Mackintosh was born on this day in 1868.

You must be Independent, Independent, Independent - don't talk so much but do more - go your own way and let your neighbour go his ... Shake off all the props - the props tradition and authority give you - and go alone - crawl - stumble - stagger - but go alone.

Charles Rennie Mackintosh

Charles Rennie Mackintosh: A Modern Man

07 June 2019

Happy Birthday, Mackintosh

Macintosh, Glasgow School of Art, 1899

Charles Rennie Macintosh was born on this date in 1868.

You must be Independent, Independent, Independent - don't talk so much but do more - go your own way and let your neighbour go his ... Shake off all the props - the props tradition and authority give you - and go alone - crawl - stumble - stagger - but go alone.

Charles Rennie Mackintosh

19 January 2019

Keeps.

Mackintosh, Larkspur, 1914

The temple bell stops
But the sound keeps coming
Out of the flowers

Basho

07 June 2018

Hope.

There is hope in honest error, none in the icy perfection of the mere stylist.

Charles Rennie Mackintosh

Happy birthday, Mackintosh.

Mackintosh, Glasgow School of Art, 1909

12 December 2017

Through.

Mackintosh, Gilardia, 1914

Oh teach the mind t' aetherial heights to rise,

And view familiar, in its native skies,

Thy source of good; thy splendor to descry,

And on thy self, undazled, fix her eye.

Oh quicken this dull mass of mortal clay;

Shine through the soul, and drive its clouds away!

For thou art Light. In thee the righteous find

Calm rest, and soft serenity of mind;

Thee they regard alone; to thee they tend;

At once our great original and end,

At once our means, our end, our guide, our way,

Our utmost bound, and our eternal stay!

Anicius Manlius Severinus Boethius

BARRY HINES

"That's why it makes me mad when I take her out and I'll hear somebody say, 'Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk. I could shout at 'em; it's not a pet, Sir, hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me, right. And that's why it's great.Look, there's Billy Casper there wi' his pet hawk.' I could shout at 'em. It's not a pet, Sir. Hawks are not pets. Or when folks stop me and say, 'Is it tame?' Is it heck tame, it's trained, that's all. It's fierce, and it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me right. And that's why it's great." (A Kestrel for a Knave)

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

WALT WHITMAN

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering. I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable, I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow’d wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, And filter and fibre your blood. Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged, Missing me one place search another, I stop somewhere waiting for you.

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL