Fallen Leaves — Abstract Art by kenne
The mountain leaves
Now cover the ground
Shadows of limbs.
— kenne
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Fallen Leaves On The Ground Leave a comment
The mountain leaves
Duck On Pond Leave a comment
“Duck On Pond” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“As long as you do not know how to die and come to earth again,
you are but a sorry traveler on this earth.”
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I am much too alone . . . Leave a comment
Angel In The Vortex — June 2009 Abstract by kenne
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
enough
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
enough
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.
I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother’s face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Alternative State of Being 4 comments
Vegas Nights — Abstract Art by kenne
To be good
is to be what
others want
you to be
not what you
want to be —
I try but
it’s not easy.
To believe
is to believe in
what others want
you to believe
not the truth
don’t question
you must just
have faith.
To be a fixture
in the presence
of others
just be there
as what they
want you to be —
play the role
expected of others.
To be smart
but not to think
outside the box
thinking is for
philosophers, or
scientists,
they are the real
thinkers not
the common people
whose rights are
written only to be
judged against
when acted out
in an alternative
country, not an
alternative state of being.
— kenne
Gathering The Fragments Of Life 3 comments
Gathering the Fragments — Image by kenne
If we believe that ”becoming is superior to being,” then the process of becoming is that of “gathering up the fragments,” so that we may become whole. Whatever has been broken, whatever has been missing, whatever has been disconnected, whatever has been lost, needs to be gathered.
As in the universe, all fragments dance in harmony as we move forward in time. Nothing is truly ever lost. We either choose not to see them, or the original act has crossed beyond the horizon. Either way, these fragments are no longer a part of what we may perceive to be real. We can change this perception by allowing what we see to include the eyes of others. For Roy H. Williams (Wizard Academy) looking through the eyes of others we are able to see the world as it truly is, a bright mosaic.
Bright mosaics are made
from gathered fragments.
Broken. Colorful. Unique.
Just like the pattern of your life.
Negotiate your broken places.
They allow for new connections.
Appreciate the weirdness of your past.
It adds color to your future.
Celebrate your personal heritage.
It beats the hell out of whining.
The cookie crumbs are as important as the cookie.
— kenne
Art Transforms . . . 2 comments
Art Transforms — Computer Art by kenne
Art transforms us not with what it contains but with what it creates in us —
the constellation of interpretations, revelations, and emotional truths illuminated —
which, of course, is why the rise of the term “content” to describe creative output online
has been one of the most corrosive developments in contemporary culture.
A poem — or an essay, or a painting, or a song — is not its “content”;
it transforms us precisely by what cannot be contained, by what is received and interpreted.
— Ursula K. Le Guin
Riding The Big One Leave a comment
Riding the Big One — Abstract Art by kenne
“Pour the sun upon the ground
Stand to throw a shadow
Watch it grow into a night
And fill the spinnin’ sky.”
– Townes Van Zandt – Highway Kind
