Art of the Charleston Renaissance

The Island a poem by Josephine Pinckney

painting by Charlotte Hutson Wrenn ©2011

Blue House 2. Homage to Alice Ravenel H Smith.

Here, a man still walks after the plow he drives.
Sons these of busier men who sowed success
And reaped it. Then the Earth, old Sorceress
Breathed a warm breath upon their striving lives
And they forgot the hand, the thew that strives,
Forgot the market-towns, and furrowed less
The lanquid streams, learning to acquiesce.
Now youngsters swim there and the wild duck dives

They left the fields on the long afternoons–
Lay under oak-limbs, drooping deep shade brown,
Where the slant sunlight lies as thick and warm
As orange cordial. In the milky moons
Moss pendulums swing in a soft sleep-charm, —
Hypnotic clocks eternally running down.

– from The Carolina Low-Country, 1932, published by The Society for the Preservation of Spirituals

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I was called to be an artist. And as an old old midwife said to me "If the Lord wants you to do something, you won't have no good luck' til you do." So, here I am, sharing what I love, longing to illuminate the work of art, which is everywhere.

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3 comments on “Art of the Charleston Renaissance
  1. pinkney says:

    I had to look up ‘thew’

  2. me too! well…. I got side tracked, but it is a word, right? It IS printed like that. :)

  3. Pinkney, how do you like the new painted on print of a water color? It is big, 16×20. It was fun. Different.

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Welcome to my blog about the Lowcountry of South Carolina, a place proud with beauty, history and art. Sometimes we feel a call, to be, to go, to do. I was called to be an artist, and as an old midwife from Alabama said, “If the good Lord wants you to do something, you won’t have no good luck until you do it.”

So here I am writing about what I know, about the 'under glimmer' as the poet Basho, says, the way I have learned to see, to notice. I am inspired by, and talking about the history and art and culture of this place that has called me to herself. By the ancestors.

My background includes a degree in fine arts from a small private college in Florida, and before that, four years of all girls' boarding school in Asheville. I worked as a professional photographer, helped my children grow up, and now and I love seasoned things, good food, better conversation, beauty, my beloved and beautiful Italian Greyhound, Beau. Moved by the sacred places and stories of this beautiful historic land called the Lowcountry, I am here in spirit and I hope to infect you with my love of this place.

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