Archive for the ‘Abstract Art’ Category
Pressing Against The Limits — Image by kenne
One does not “understand” this.
Understanding would reduce it,
make it manageable.
Instead, it asks for duration—
for the discipline
of staying with excess.
What emerges
is not a resolution
but a sharpened awareness
of how much
we need things
to mean one thing
at a time.
— kenne
Abstract Art Created Two Decades Ago by kenne
Squares, circles, planes of color—disciplined, contained. The frame is not neutral; it domesticates abstraction. What once might have provoked now decorates. The eye registers order, but the mind asks: order toward what end?
— kenne
Abstract Art by kenne
There is something endearingly human
about the need to measure, compare,
and quietly panic.
Nature, however,
is uninterested in your tape measure.
It built the mechanism
for function, not for applause—
though applause, historically,
has been enthusiastically sought.
— kenne
Abstract Computer Art by kenne (2009)
You Have The Code
Poetry—
what is it?
A little of everything,
a lot of nothing,
the something that stirs
when you don’t have words.
It’s feeling, sure,
thoughts, ideas,
wisdom passed down
like hand-me-down shoes.
It’s beauty,
it’s music,
it’s art that breathes
right beside you.
It’s love,
it’s hate,
it’s fear on a Tuesday
& joy on a Friday.
It’s charity,
it’s greed,
it’s the whole messy creed
of being alive.
But still—
some folks claim
they know the secret handshake,
the password,
the code.
Poetry, they say,
belongs in books
with footnotes,
belongs to scholars
& saints.
But listen—
poetry ain’t code.
It’s not locked up,
not fenced in.
If you hear a line
& it sounds like your life,
your mother’s voice,
your lost summer—
that’s the poem.
Right there.
Because you are the code.
You are the key.
And in the end—
there is no wrong step.
Poetry is dancing.
If the beat feels good,
then move.
If the words feel right,
you’re already in it.
— kenne
(A revision of a poem written in 2009.)
Easter Bunny Abstract — Image by kenne
“Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?”
“Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit,
“and see what happens.”
— A. A. Milne
Abstract Art — Image by kenne
Light shines through a prism
All colors of the rainbow
Surfaces refract.
— kenne
Driving Into The Sunset — Art by kenne
Don’t forget – beautiful sunsets need cloudy skies.
— Paulo Coelho
“Down and Out” — Abstract by kenne
The idea that democracy is a luxury when you cannot pay your bills reveals the depth of disconnection
between the state of financial struggle and the foundation of democratic values, highlighting
the ignorance about the mechanisms that allow societies to grow and improve.
— Raffaello Palandri
Sunset (06/25/06) — Photo-artistry by kenne
Out of the darkness
The light lifting up the soul
Opening the heart.
— kenne
Hallucinations (07/14/01) — Photo-artistry by kenne
The sounds will free you
From your hallucinations
Not in the present.
— kenne
Sunrise Through the Trees On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-artistry by kenne
Signs of autumn echoes
Throughout the forest
As time present becomes
Time past in a moment.
As the aspen leaves
Dance in the breeze
There is only the dance —
Neither moment from
Nor towards.
— kenne
Leaves In A Frame — Photo-artistry by kenne
Changing Of The Seasons
Oh the changing of the seasons it’s a pretty thing to see
And though I find this balmy weather pleasin’
There’s the wind come from tomorrow and I hear it callin’ me
And I’m bound for the changing of the seasons
Oh it’s blowin’ in Chicago and it’s snowin’ up in Maine
And the Islands to the south are warm and sunny
And I’ve got to feel the earth shake and I gotta feel the rain
And I’ve got to know a taste of more than honey
So don’t ask me where I’m goin’ or how long I’m gonna be away
Don’t make me give you all the hollow reasons
I’ll think of you like summer and I might be back some day
When my heart miss the changing of the seasons
Oh it’s blowin’ in Chicago…
Oh it’s nothing that you said and it ain’t nothing that you done
And I wish I could explain you why I’m leavin’
But there’s some men need the winter and there’s some men need the sun
And there’s some men need the changing of the seasons
Yeah it’s blowin’ in Chicago…
— Shel Silverstein
Photographer Shadow — Abstract by kenne
“It’s all about rhythms, rhymes, colours and tones, reflections of light,
and depths of shadows-It’s an exciting world that many people simply walk past.”
— Sean P. Durham
Angel In Vortex (11/25/06) — Abstract by kenne
“The angel comes with windy upward drafts, with transcendental longings; the Duende arrives with demonic undertow,
with downdrafts of emotion. Both are fundamental inner disturbances, fissures of being, ways of putting the self at risk,
liberating figures. They are extremities of human imagination. There is a place on the endangered shoreline
where they seem to meet and where they may be indistinguishable from each other.
. . . Rilke wrote: ‘Works of art always spring from those who have faced the danger, gone to the very end
of an experience, to the point beyond which no human being can go. The further one dares to go,
the more decent, the more personal, the more unique a life becomes.”‘
— from The Demon and The Angel; Searching for the Source of Artistic Inspiration, by Edward Hirsch
“Man’s ability to measure the spiritual, earthbound, and cosmic, set against his physical helplessness
is his fundamental tragedy. The tragedy of spirituality.” — Paul Klee
