The Hammock Papers: Rodin

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12 November 2025

Shines.

I am like a moon that shines on an immense, unknown sea where ships never pass.

Auguste Rodin

Hats matter,

Often.

I know very well that one must fight, for one is often in contradiction to the spirit of the age.

Auguste Rodin

Happy Birthday, Auguste Rodin

Unknown, Portrait of Auguste Rodin, 1891

The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.

Auguste Rodin. born on this day in 1840

12 November 2024

Happy Birthday, Rodin

The artist is the confidant of nature; flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs toward him.

Auguste Rodin, born on this day in 1840

Hats matter.

12 July 2024

Consistently.

Steve points to Farnam Street's 98/2 rule ...

The 98/2 Rule: people spend 98% of their time talking about flashy things that contribute only 2% to the results, while overlooking the fact that 98% of the results come from consistently doing the boring basics that few notice.

Ask yourself: "Does the attention you give to something truly reflect its true importance?”

20 June 2023

Truth.

Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into nature and there defines the spirit of which Nature herself is animated. I promise you that the artist does not see Nature as she appears to the vulgar, because his emotion reveals to him the hidden truths beneath appearances. There is nothing ugly in art except that which is without character, that is to say, that which offers no outer or inner truth.

Auguste Rodin

Process.

Kurt points to another example of society's fascination with symbolism over substance ...

It’s a seductive postmodern idea that is at the heart of so much progressive folly. Art is not an idea and it’s not a product, it’s a process. The value of anything derives not from what it looks like, but the work that someone put into it.

12 November 2022

Happy Birthday, Rodin

Rodin, Torso of Adèle, 1889

Auguste Rodin was born on this day in 1840.

12 November 2021

Happy Birthday, Rodin

Auguste Rodin was born on this day in 1840.

Art is contemplation. It is the pleasure of the mind which searches into nature and there defines the spirit of which Nature herself is animated. I grant you that the artist does not see Nature as she appears to the vulgar, because his emotion reveals to him the hidden truths beneath appearances.

Auguste Rodin

The Victoria & Albert Museum's Rodin: Challenging Beauty ...

12 November 2020

Happy Birthday, Rodin

Auguste Rodin was born on this day in 1840.

Auguste Rodin

12 November 2019

Happy Birthday, Rodin

Auguste Rodin was born on this date in 1840.

Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.

Auguste Rodin

Rodin ...

25 July 2019

Confidant.

There are unknown forces in nature; when we give ourselves wholly to her, without reserve, she lends them to us; she shows us these forms, which our watching eyes do not see, which our intelligence does not understand or suspect. The artist is the confidant of nature; flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs toward him.

Auguste Rodin

06 February 2019

Except.

Rodin, Jean d'Aire, Tête Colossale, 1909

Where did I learn to understand sculpture? In the woods by looking at the trees, along roads by observing the formation of clouds, in the studio by studying the model, everywhere except in the schools.

Auguste Rodin

09 January 2019

Moved.

The main thing is to be moved, to love, to hope, to tremble, to live. Be a man before being an artist!

Auguste Rodin

12 November 2018

Happy birthday, Rodin.

Auguste Rodin was born on this day in 1840.

Nothing is a waste of time if you use the experience wisely.

The BBC's Omnibus documentary on Auguste Rodin ...

01 June 2017

Will.

The art of the sculptor is made of strength, exactitude and will. In order to express life, to render nature, one must will and will with all strength of heart and brain; nature exceeds — and greatly — human genius; she is superior in everything. We know only parcels of truth. There are unknown forces within nature; when we give ourselves wholly to her, without reserve, she lends them to us; she shows us these forms that our watching eyes do not see, which our intelligence does not understand or suspect.

Auguste Rodin

12 November 2016

Happy birthday, Rodin.

Rodin, Hand of a Pianist, 1890

Auguste Rodin was born on this day in 1840.

The artist is the confidant of nature; flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs toward him.

Auguste Rodin

At work ...

12 November 2015

Happy birthday, Rodin.

Auguste Rodin was born on this date in 1840.

Where did I learn to understand sculpture? In the woods by looking at the trees, along roads by observing the formation of clouds, in the studio by studying the model, everywhere except in the schools.

Auguste Rodin

Omnibus on Rodin ...

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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