Blue Sail by Hans Haacke
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Blue Sail by Hans Haacke
blue sail, hans haacke
Kees Van Dongen (1877-1968 French/Dutch) : La voile bleue (The blue sail)
Oil on canvas 55 x 46 cm
M/S MONGOLIA,
6 steam locomotives have been loaded on the fore deck. It seems the tenders can be seen on the poop deck.
It’s not easy to say which harbor the photo was captured in.
Ship’s name: MONGOLIA Home port: Copenhagen / København IMO: 5239474 Identity kode: OWRQ House: ØK - Østasiatisk Kompagni A/S Wharf: Burmeister & Wain Construction year: 1945. The ship was completed 1941, but due to the war it wasn’t delicered to ØK (East Asiatic Company) untill 1945. Build Number: 660 Sold: 1969 New name: BLUE SAIL, AKAMA Laid up: 1972
Motor: Burmeister & Wain IHK: 7150 BRT: 8366 TDW: 10100 NET: 5100
Museet for Søfart, filnr. 000030876 CC-BY-NC-SA.
credit to : https://www.jernbanen.dk/
Blooming: a Rondel
There’s room to grow in times of sun if we’ll open our petals out. Instead we tend to reach when shrouds of weeds and thorns have overrun
as if our growth has just begun. Need we suffer to become stout? There’s room to grow in times of sun if we’ll open our petals out.
In times of peace our muses come. Oh, fair artist, you need not drought to let your fairest flowers sprout. Create from joy, it can be done. There’s room to grow in times of sun.
The Regulars
Hot days, cold bar stools, warm tea, and a blanket of burble wrapped around soft smiles and close company as the day ebbs into the loose, warm embrace of evening.
And, as the season slips through fall and leaves from sleepy trees tumble into the air so, too, does laughter whirl about in here.
New faces come and go as the leaves, when ice and snow cover traces of their tumbling. But we, the regulars - artists, entrepreneurs, students, poets - stand as trees in any season to practice the sacred rite of coffee shared and warm delight.
What is "commitment" but a concept retroactively assigned to a relationship long lived?
Blue Sail Conversations
Henri Lebasque, La voile bleue, Préfailles