The men resent a woman getting any honour in what they consider is essentially their field. Men painters mostly despise women painters. So I have decided to stop squirming, to throw any honour in with Canada and women.
Emily CarrRead
Cedars are terribly sensitive to change of time and light - sometimes they are bluish cold-green, then they turn yellow warm-green - sometimes their boughs flop heavy and sometimes float, then they are fairy as ferns and then they droop, heavy as heartaches.
Interpretation
The quote illustrates the sensitivity of cedars to environmental changes, reflecting the broader theme of the impact of time and light on life.
Emily Carr's quote paints a vivid picture of how cedars, like many living things, respond dynamically to their surroundings. The changing colors and states of the trees symbolize the emotional and physical transformations we experience in life, highlighting an intrinsic connection between nature and the human condition. Carr's observation encourages us to appreciate the beauty and complexity of nature, as well as the inevitable changes we all face.
In practice
Discussing environmental changes in a nature studies lecture.
The men resent a woman getting any honour in what they consider is essentially their field. Men painters mostly despise women painters. So I have decided to stop squirming, to throw any honour in with Canada and women.
Art is art, nature is nature, you cannot improve upon it.... Pictures should be inspired by nature, but made in the soul of the artist. It is the soul of the individual that counts.
You must be absolutely honest and true in the depicting of a totem for meaning is attached to every line. You must be most particular about detail and proportion.
I think that one's art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.
There was neither horizon, cloud, nor sound; of that pink, spread silence even I had become part, belonging as much to sky as to earth.
It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw.
Mathematics are well and good but Nature keeps dragging us around by the nose.
I feel most at home in the water. I disappear. That's where I belong.
Our fantastic civilization has fallen out of touch with many aspects of nature, and with none more completely than with night.
In the world at large, people are rewarded or punished in ways that are often utterly random. In the garden, cause and effect, labor and reward, are re-coupled. Gardening makes sense in a senseless world. By extension, then, the more gardens in the world, the more justice, the more sense is created.
Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.
I started following the news and seeing what was happening around the world with the polar ice caps melting and temperatures breaking records. I became concerned as an animal on this planet but also as a father.
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