|woodcut by Jose Luis Borges|
I really don't have much to post tonight, but I needed to post the above piece of art that Angella sent me via email. She said that it evidently hangs in the International Folk Art Museum in Santa Fe. It looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it until I realized that J Borges, the artist, is Jose Francisco Borges, whose woodcuts illustrate this amazing book called Walking Words by Eduardo Galeano that I've owned for some years and periodically dipped into to marvel at and exclaim over. Here's a snippet:
Windows on the Sea
It's not fixed in one spot. The fate of mountains and trees lies in the
roots, but the sea, like us, is condemned to a wandering life.
Sailors at heart: we men of the coast, are made of sea as well as
earth. And we know it well, even if we're unaware of it when we
navigate the waves of city streets from cafe to cafe, and travel through
the mist toward the port or shipwreck that awaits us tonight.
Here's another one:
Window on a Woman (III)
No one could kill that time, no one: not even ourselves. I mean: as
long as you are, wherever you are, or as long as I am.
The calendar says that that time, that short time, no longer exists;
but tonight my naked body is oozing with you.